☉NARIEL
The hall was aglow with the warm flicker of countless chandeliers, casting patterns of light and shadow across the expanse. Candle stands dotted the walls, providing a gentle illumination that neither overwhelmed nor left any corner untouched. Towering windows granted a few of the night outside, the full moon—an unusual sight for our home.
True to Nyxie's words, demons of diverse categories roamed the hall, many donning human guises, crystal goblets in hand, particularly filled with well-aged wine. Despite the previous lively chatter and laughter, a hushed ambiance now enveloped the surroundings.
A path cleared before us, leading to an elevated stage presumably reserved for the Supreme and his esteemed guests — the High Lords. My pulse quickened at the sight of him, seated regal
