CHAPTER 21
Lucifer sat on his ebony throne, the shadows of Hell flickering around him, casting eerie, dancing patterns across the obsidian floor. He exuded an aura of authority and ancient power, his crimson eyes gleaming with the infernal light of ages past. In front of him, an intricate circle of runes glowed faintly, signaling the imminent arrival of his son, Azrael. A swirl of dark mist materialized within the circle, coalescing into the form of Azrael. The young demon stepped forward, his wings folding neatly behind him as he bowed slightly. "You summoned me, Father?" Azrael asked, his voice resonant with curiosity and respect. Lucifer's gaze bore into his son's. "Sit, Azrael," he commanded, gesturing to a stone chair that seemed to grow out of the ground itself. Azrael complied, settling in
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