Twenty years ago, I summoned a demon. That's right, a genuine, hell-born demon. At first, it was terrifying, but over the years, it became my best friend, helping me achieve all my dreams.

The demon was called Azazel. Azazel was incredibly powerful, and his capabilities were beyond human understanding. Despite his terrifying exterior, he had a heart of gold.

Today though, Azazel was different. He seemed anxious, restless. He told me that our time together was ending, and he needed to return to hell.

But there was a twist. Azazel had a dream too, and he needed my help to achieve it. The thought of helping a demon with its dream was intimidating yet intriguing.

Azazel wished to become the ruler of hell. It was a daunting task, requiring immense power and cunning. But with me by his side, he believed he could do it.

I agreed to help Azazel. After all, he had been there for me for the past two decades. It was time for me to return the favor.

We began our preparations. Azazel taught me the necessary spells and rituals. I was about to embark on an adventure beyond my wildest dreams.

The day of our departure arrived. With a heavy heart, we bid our world goodbye. I held onto Azazel, and we plunged into the fiery pits of hell.

Hell was horrifying and beautiful at the same time. The landscapes were harsh, yet there was a strange allure to them. It was nothing like what I had imagined.

We met many demons, each more terrifying than the last. But under Azazel's protection, I was safe. Our journey to the throne of hell had begun.

Our first challenge was a three-headed beast guarding the gates to the throne room. With a combination of my magic and Azazel's strength, we defeated it.

Overcoming the beast boosted our confidence. We moved forward, facing more challenges and outwitting more demons. Our bond grew stronger with each passing obstacle.

The final challenge was to face the current ruler, the cruel and powerful Asmodeus. He was known for his cunning and ruthlessness, but we were ready.

The battle was fierce. Asmodeus was a formidable opponent, but Azazel was undeterred. I used my magic to support him, and together we fought.

It was a grueling fight, but Azazel's determination was unwavering. With a final roar, he defeated Asmodeus, claiming the throne of hell. His dream had come true.

The demons bowed before their new ruler. Azazel stood tall and proud, his eyes shining with triumph. I couldn't help but feel proud of my friend.

Azazel's rule brought about a change in hell. He was a just ruler, fair and kind. Even the harshest demons respected him. He had truly transformed hell.

I stayed with Azazel, helping him rule. Hell became our home, and I found a purpose I never knew I had. Life was different, but it was fulfilling.

Time went by quickly. We faced many challenges, but we overcame them together. Azazel's dream was now a reality, and I was proud to be a part of it.

Azazel and I remained the best of friends. The demon I had summoned twenty years ago had become a brother to me. Our bond was unbreakable.

I often looked back on the day I summoned Azazel. It was a decision that changed my life forever. But I had no regrets. I was happy.

Azazel's dream had taught me a lot. It showed me that everyone, even demons, had dreams and aspirations. And with a little help, those dreams could become reality.

Helping Azazel had also made me realize my own potential. I had powers I never knew I possessed. I had made a difference, and that felt good.

I had helped a demon achieve his dream, and in the process, I had found my purpose. It was an adventure, a journey, and a friendship I would never forget.

And so, life in hell continued. It was different, challenging, and at times, terrifying. But with Azazel by my side, I was ready to face anything.