"Show me where it hurts." Azazel calmly asked the girl as she screamed, barely able to make words. Azazel shook his head. "So it seems it doesn't? Well, I'll make it worse." he said, placing his hand on her temple and ramping up the pain.
"Let me tell you something about myself, girl. My whole life, it seems like I've had to keep myself under control. Keep this constant feeling of rage and anger under my own control. I don't care. I haven't cared for a single thing for centuries because of keeping that rage under wraps. In all honesty, life's a game and I have debated winning it or losing it. I've made many, many people lose because I could." There was a long moment. "Some say I have a dead soul. I don't believe it. I don't think I ever had a true soul, in all honesty. I don't feel like most."
He turned to the screaming Rosalind. "I have been falling forever and chasing dark dreams. Ultimately, you know the one thing that can make me care? That can make me put aside my facade of living and bring me actual life?" He transformed his arm into a dagger and stabbed Rosalind right in the arm, a gleeful smile now on his handsome face. For the first time to Rosalind, he seemed genuinely and savagely happy. "This. I'm keeping you alive so I can hear you scream.
"After the lights go out in you, after your worthless life is through, I will remember how you screamed. And in those moments, I will live."