In the depths of the Legion, Asmodeus, the Prince of Lust, seethed with unbridled fury. His once-charming demeanor was now twisted into a mask of rage and humiliation. The mere memory of his recent defeat, especially at the hands of Gabriel, sent a shiver of fury down his spine.
Asmodeus paced the shadowy halls, his mind a whirlwind of vengeance. He couldn't shake off the image of Gabriel, the Angel of Judgment, standing tall and formidable. It was Gabriel's godlike strength that had almost crushed him, leaving his pride shattered and his ego bruised.
The Prince of Lust was not one to forgive such transgressions lightly. His eyes, usually aflame with desire, now burned with a vindictive glint. The time for revenge had come. Asmodeus was determined to dismantle the very core of Azrael's group, and at the heart of his vendetta stood Gabriel. His plan was meticulous, designed to exploit the angel's weaknesses, to tarnish his honor and sow discord among the group.
