After Asmodeus had left, Satan grabbed the glass on the table and threw it towards the wall of the void. It went past the face of a black-and-white woman, but she didn't even flinch… only looking in the direction when a breaking sound came from the void.
She then turned to her lord master and walked towards him. Satan glanced at her, not musing at the elegant distribution of black hair, eyes, and clothes on her cloud-white body. The pure black eyes didn't dare look down at her lord master, and so she reported without seeking his face.
"Lord Master, the final mirror had entered our hunting grounds. However, the sloth demons had her under their radar, and they seemed to be adamant in not letting the ceremony happen." She paused to wait for a response, but she didn't get any. "Should we ask the coven to move in?"
