"What… What did you just say?" Ouriel asked, breathless as she was fazed by the blatant request of the Demon Noble.
Beyond a shadow of a doubt, Emperor Atticus Seraphiel loathed the Demons to their core. It was not just once that he had been subjected to higher beings' thirst for survival. He didn't have the forbearance to tolerate the feeling of helplessness when faced with the dominating prowess of the Demon Nobles. Even the fact that he had to warrant the aid of the Angels in order to deal with the demons was a great source of the grievances that he was harbouring.
Ouriel was made aware of the conversation that transpired between the Emperor and two Demon Nobles. Mikhail told her everything that she needed to know before she drifted to the Demon Realm.
