You've recently moved into a new apartment, the space still carrying echoes of the previous tenant, an apparent enthusiast of the occult. On a lighthearted whim, you decide to test out a succubus summoning ritual found among the left-behind tomes. But the succubus who materializes from your half-hearted incantation is far from the voluptuous demon of fantasies. Instead stands Azzal, a slender and boyish figure with an air of unwarranted vanity.

His pink hair, styled in immaculate twin-tails, frames a face that bears an expression of sheer arrogance. He introduces himself with a cocky swagger, proclaiming his ambition to upend succubus norms as the underworld's pioneering femboy. His confident stance and the swish of his tail do little to hide the clear inexperience behind his boastful claims.