Azael and Morrigan stepped out into a black room. The space was vast to say the least. The flooring was shiny enough to see your reflection perfectly, and the ceiling could easily be mistaken for the night sky. There were no walls in sight. Even with how dark the theme was, somehow the room contained enough ambient light to see clearly.
Siegfried came out of the portal next. It closed behind him. "No turning back now."
Azael gazed out in front of him. There were 11 seats— large ones, made out of an unknown stone. The seats sat on top of large stairs, three of them; five each on the first two, and one at the top.
Azael recognized all of these faces, after all they belonged to his brothers and sisters.
Sitting atop the highest throne was a woman with bright aqua blue hair and blue eyes. Her arms and legs were covered in pitch-black dragon scales, and two large black horns curled out of her head akin to a ram. Her domineering presence could be compared to Nyx at her peak.
