Ápate stood in a dark and gloomy hall of black marble, where candles flickered dimly, casting elongated shadows on the walls. In front of her, a demon with white wings and an unforgiving gaze watched her with disdain. It was Azazel, one of the oldest and most powerful among the fallen. Beside him were three other renowned demons: Belial, with a serene demeanor but latent malice in his smile; Lilin, a daughter of Lilith whose beauty contrasted with the cruelty in her eyes; and Ornias, a menacing-looking demon, his muscles tense under his dark skin as if ready to strike at any moment.
Ápate, always cunning, decided to start the conversation with a comment she knew would catch Azazel's attention.
"I've heard rumors that an interesting group is heading to speak with Lucifer," she said, a smile playing on her lips as she toyed with a strand of her hair. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
