He wondered if Ruby knew just how transparent she was. Because she was a demon, and not a human, she didn’t know how to hide her emotions. Her weakness. Even if she did it didn’t matter, because Azazel knew Ruby better than she knew herself. Maybe he hadn’t been the one to turn her, create her, but he had raised her. He’d seen all the deepest, darkest parts of whatever demons had for a soul, and he knew exactly how to manipulate her. She was making it easy with her begging, playing right into his hands.
When she started talking about Lucifer, his eyes narrowed and he drove a fist into her stomach, stepping forward so that he was completely inside her personal space. “You are no where even close to being worthy to speak His name, Ruby. Not after the way you’ve betrayed him. And me. Or did you think I wouldn’t hear about all the things you’ve been up to? Screwing Sammy, going on dates, giving people tattoos. Never forget that I have agents everywhere. And he has more than me. There is no place that you can ever hide where I won’t find you. Even when I’m dead.” As this moment should attest to, considering he was, in fact, recently deceased.
He stepped back after a moment, and an almost pleasant, fatherly smile slid onto his lips as he changed tracks. “Oh Ruby. Do you realize how much I’ve missed you?” The hand that had just punched her rose and rested on her cheek. He knew her well, the only thing she had ever craved was his approval, and he used that to his advantage. “For you, I’ll hold up this masquerade. But if you tell them anything…you can’t conceive of what I’ll do.”