Noble Intrigues      

As the dark hearts descended upon the rebels, a surreal scene unfolded. The once-ferocious warriors succumbed to the insidious influence of their desires. 

Hallucinations enveloped their minds, and a blissful haze replaced the determination in their eyes. Hearts materialized on their faces, a visible manifestation of their deepest longings.

Slumping to the ground, the rebels found themselves lost in a world of illusions, ensnared by their own fantasies. 

Desira's powers, rather than causing harm, delved into the core of their desires, exploiting vulnerabilities that lingered in the recesses of their subconscious.

Azazel understood the calculated mercy in Desira's actions and said, "Thanks."

Desira flung her hair to the side and crossed her hands. "Be thankful that Lord Azazel is merciful. Know that raising your weapons in front of him means death the next time."