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.
THE SIN OF LUST
THE SIN OF LUST
The air around Asmodeus crackled with dark energy as he unleashed his overwhelming presence. The very ground seemed to shiver in response to his malevolence. Uriel and Gabriel, standing defiantly before him, could feel the immense power radiating from the Prince of Lust.
Uriel gritted her teeth and prepared herself for the battle ahead. She knew that Asmodeus was not to be underestimated, especially when he was this furious. Gabriel, his bow ready and arrow notched, stared intently at the demon prince, his determination unwavering.
"You've angered me greatly, Fallen Ones. I'll make sure to relish your screams."