Azazel

For as long as Azazel could remember, he had always been aggressive and harmful to almost anything with a pulse. When he was younger, his parents would often find him playing around with dead animals that he had killed himself, and they would always get complaints from other parents about how he had hurt other children and threatened to do worse if they ever told. It wasn't until Azazel was in his late teens that he had killed his own parents and run away. Ever since then, Azazel has always been lurking around the city streets, taking one life after another, usually with whatever gadgets he could get his hands on, but his favorite was his prized chainsaw. And after the many, many lives he had taken, he earned himself a fine bounty

One night, he became too careless, killing a woman right in front of a large crowd. The police rushed to detain Azazel, but failed as he managed to get away, not without obtaining a bullet wound to his side. Azazel ran all the way down to the bad streets of the city. Homeless people and feral junkies roamed the streets daily, due to Azazel rugged and dirty appearance he fit right in. That part of the city was the dirtiest place you could ever be in, with trash littering the streets, abandoned warehouses as far as the eye could see, and contaminated water from all the factories in the area

That night, Azazel snuck into one of the warehouses, blood gushing from his side as he staggered around the empty building. That's when he met them and their makeshift laboratory. they were a crazed, cannibalistic 'inventor' that had shut themselves off from the world. After Azazel had passed out from blood loss in front of them, their first thought was to eat him, but after seeing how dirty and unsanitary he looked, they decided against it and instead nursed him back to health.

After that, Azazel just stuck around, bringing them his kills in return for his weapons getting fixed. Azazel honestly grew quite fond of them, seeing how they were just as crazy as he, if not a little more.

the laboratory wasn't much, but it had some character. It was on the top floor of the warehouse, forcing Azazel to have to climb through heaps of debris and broken stairs just to get to them. The laboratory had a lot of boxes scattered around, filled with parts and sharp objects that Yammie would use to build their inventions. Many shelves and tables had jars filled with body parts of both humans and animals that Yammie took pride in. One day, they had built a little makeshift sofa for Azazel whenever he needed some shut-eye, Yammie never used it because they rarely slept; that's probably why they were so crazy.

And today, it was just like any other day, Azazel angrily stomping into the warehouse and upstairs into the laboratory, his busted chainsaw in one hand and a cooler that he kept Yammie's meals in, in the other.

"Hey!" He exclaimed angrily, stomping over to their work bench where they were working on whatever they were working on before slamming his chainsaw onto the table in front of them, tools and equipment being knocked onto the floor in the process. "The stupid thing is broken again!" He whined, walking over to the bloody, worn-down sofa and lying down on it. "Fix it!" He yelled, clearly annoyed and a little upset that his prized possession wasn't working as well as it used to