Heaven Will Not Fall
Azrael found himself ensnared in the enigma of memory loss, a veil obscuring his origins and history. The contours of his past had dissolved into an abyss of oblivion, leaving him with fragments of recollections pertaining to an unfamiliar realm. Amidst this disarray, one unwavering certainty remained: he bore a purpose that had propelled him to this enigmatic place.
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"Are you already frustrated and all you have to do now is laugh? Pathetic. You made a mistake coming here. You should have stayed underground where you belong. You demon!"
Gabriel's words, laced with disdain, echoed across the battlefield, piercing through the tension-filled air. Asmodeus, although seemingly amused, felt a flicker of irritation at the archangel's taunts.
Asmodeus: "Oh, dear Gabriel, you underestimate the depths of my cunning. This battle was never meant to be won by sheer force alone. There are far more intricate schemes at play than you can fathom."
With a wicked grin, Asmodeus's eyes glowed with a sinister light. His laughter echoed through the night, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it.