~Alaric~
As I stood beside Azaria in the grand ballroom, my gaze swept over the diverse groups that entered, each with their own unique presence and history. As the Angels made their entrance, I leaned in to share my insights with Azaria, my voice low and steady.
"The Angels," I murmured, "they only come in pairs, as they rarely have mates. They're immortal beings, not meant to reproduce often, if at all." My eyes then shifted to the Fallen Angels, their presence was oddly comforting yet also terrifying. Next came the Demons, and I couldn't help but tense slightly at their arrival.
"Demons," I explained, "they have a king and queen, along with one son and two daughters." Their hierarchy was rigid, their power unmistakable. As the Light Mages entered, I nodded in acknowledgment.
"Eight members in attendance this year, that's pretty good increase from last year" I noted, their magical prowess evident in their aura.
