Ra's heart pounded as he stared up at Satan, knowing that any attempt at a direct confrontation would be futile.
The devil's presence was overwhelming—an unstoppable force that could end their lives with a mere thought.
His mind raced, not with plans for battle, but with desperate memories and questions that could buy him time. Time was all he needed.
As long as they held on, the reinforcements from Heaven would come to save them.
Then an idea sparked in his mind. It wasn't a great one, but it was the only chance he could take to engage his opponent in conversation.
"Did Lilith order you to kill me?"
Satan's lips curled into a mocking sneer, his voice filled with contempt.
"Kill you? Are you even worth the effort?" He scoffed, every word laced with disdain.
Ra's eyes narrowed as he fought to maintain his composure. He pretended to contemplate, though in reality, he was only trying to buy more time.
