CHAPTER 22
Emilia’s steps echoed through the dark, cavernous halls of Hell, the sound swallowed by the oppressive gloom. Flames flickered along the rough-hewn walls, casting eerie shadows that danced in macabre delight. She walked with purpose, her mind resolute yet her heart heavy with the news she bore. Her destination lay ahead: Azrael’s chambers, a secluded sanctuary amidst the chaos. Azrael, sat alone in his room, his wings folded tightly against his back. His eyes, ancient and weary, gazed into the void, lost in contemplation. The room was a stark contrast to the infernal realm outside—cool, serene, a haven of tranquility amidst the relentless torment. A soft knock at the door broke his reverie. He turned, recognizing the familiar presence even before she entered. "Come in, Emilia," he called
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