"No need to be afraid. We won't harm you. Just sleep." As Lucifer forced Oliver and Emilla into slumber, Azazel looked at him curiously. "When do we start?"
"Now," Lucifer replied simply and signaled Azazel with his eyes to begin. Following Lucifer's instructions, Azazel started using his powers to extract Emilla's soul.
Emilla's body trembled as her brain instinctively tried to protect itself, but shadows enveloped her, holding her tightly.
As Emilla groaned in pain, the soul's bright white hue began to rise. Seeing the greed in Azazel's trembling eyes as he gazed at the soul, Lucifer frowned. "Calm down, Azazel."
Ashamed, Azazel felt embarrassed at losing control, but it was understandable. Unlike the souls of Aure, the souls of people from this world were pure. For demons like Azazel, who hadn't seen such a soul in ages, it was like the sweetest feast.
"I'm beginning now. Inform me if there's an issue."
"Understood."
