"Lady Nyx, welcome and it is wonderful to see you our dear lady," Michael suddenly said and rose from his seat and graciously offered his seat to Nyx, who was worshipped or "forced" to be worshipped by all the gods and goddesses in the tower.
When Nyx accepted the offer, she sat on the throne and then glanced around at the angels and demons around her, before turning her gaze to Michael and Lucifer, who were standing in front of her, bowing their heads in respect.
A long conversation seemed to go on.
"I think you understand why I'm here," Nyx said, her expression not angry, not sad, not upset, not angry at all, but rather trying hard not to laugh.
"Cough...we may have been a little overzealous, my lady, we sent a gift to your child in your place."
When Michael uttered these words, Nyx couldn't hold herself back any longer:
