Finally. Tossing the splintered bat off to the side, Azazel went back and sat down in his chair, a big old shit eating grin on his face.
"Now now, soldier boy, its not my problem that you had to come back in the body of this poor woman," He flicked off a piece of invisible lint on his shirt, looking back up once he was done, yellow eyes flashing in delight.
"But it does make this whole thing a lot more delightful, I must admit," Standing back up and brushing off his pants, he went to his little bag of tricks again and pulled it open, digging around through its contents before finally finding the one object he wanted right now. It wouldn't do to reuse the same knife again, after all, and he had packed a complete set.
Walking back over, he held the knife against her neck, his voice soft near her ear. "First I'm going to cut you open. Then I'm going to taste your blood," He chuckled softly, hissing the words.
"Then I'm going to go back to see little Teddy, and give him a few drops of blood in his juice."