Don silently stared at the elevator occupant with hidden contempt at his eyes. Mallory turned to look and examined the older man he never met before. 

The man with a devious and smug aura also wore a formal attire like Don. It was a regal black suit designed with gold patterns, a black dress shirt, and a gold necktie. He has a noticeable well-trimmed Van Dyke beard and combed over hair. An antique gold necktie pin that is masterfully carved in a shape of a goat's head glimmers faintly from his chest.

He examined Don's companion with the haughty stare of his amber eyes, head to toe and plastered a lordly smile. "Coucou, Donadieu. Who is this friend of yours?"

Don forced a proud smile back and put his hands on Mallory's shoulder. "Amour de ma vie, Azazel. We have been together for 3 months."

"Azazel? The demon?" Mallory thought to himself while his eyes blinked rapidly. It was like a bolt from the blue. Don shook his shoulders lightly with one hand and flashed a reassuring smile. "This is my father." 

"Oh... Don's dad. It's nice to meet you." Mallory replied with the most polite smile he could muster, trying to hide the fear in his voice. 

"He's a mad man. Be careful." Don whispered warily.

"Yes, be careful with me." Azazel mockingly said before beckoning them inside. "What are you two lovebirds waiting for? Come in." He grinned, showcasing his sharp-needle teeth. 

Mallory urgently grabbed Don in the arm as they entered the elevator. Azazel raised his voice while eyeing Mallory. "It's a man this time? You are indeed unpredictable, my son." He sniggered. 

"Yes, life is full of surprises." Don scornfully replied. 

Azazel spun his head to Mallory, who became slightly agitated. "I suppose you know all about my son more than his dead wives did, huh?" Don winced slightly at the mention of the word "dead wives."

"Yes, sir." Mallory gulped.

The gold and black cladded man reached out his hands to Mallory. He grinned, his eyes glowing evilly. "Shake my hand, son-in-law." Mallory reluctantly  out and shook the strange man's hands, wincing at the quick firm and bone-crushing handshake.

A brief sight of a tattoo on his wrist with a strange symbol with lines and circles that is similar to Don's wrist tattoo. Don pulled back Mallory's hand and gave Azazel a warning glare. Azazel just shrugged and raised his cane proudly. "Look at my beloved antique cane. 14-karat gold. Handcrafted and carved by the most experienced. Made of cherry bark oak, one of the strongest North American hardwoods!" 

"That's pretty cool." Mallory commented. 

Azazel abruptly pulls out a sharp sword stick from the cane and unnecessarily stabbed the carpeted floor near Mallory's feet. Mallory paced back and hid behind Don. Don pulled it out of the floor and throwed it to Azazel's direction. Azazel caught the weapon and spoke, mock-horrified. "Are you trying to impale me for the sixth time? I'm unsurprised."

Azazel continued to share about his blade like nothing just happened. "Made with diamond. This is so sharp it could taper down one atom thick". The sword almost hit Mallory and Don again as Azazel brought back his weapon uncarefully into his sheath. 

"Jesus fucking Christ." Mallory whispered under his breath. 

"Hey." Azazel told Mallory. "We don't mention that name here."