Asmodeus swallowed the cold morning air like a frozen drink.
Behind him, several of his lovers wore light armour and simple clothes. Since they would fly, he instructed them to wear light and flexible clothes.
"It was good evening." He mused while unfurling his wings.
The beautiful mixture of white, black and grey flicked away the cold, forming a warm atmosphere around their group.
"Sariel, Riel are you both ready?"
One blue, the other pink, nodded at his words, their long, membrane wings snapping like whips before taking the pair into the air with a low crack. Leviathan followed, with jet black wings identical to Asmodeus, her shield a small buckler on her left hand. Velvet and Vinea joined the flight last.
Velvet's unique wings were more suited to short flights, and Vinea's for short bursts of speed; the pair would need to control themselves.
Asmodeus glanced at them both, his sharp eyes catching their faint hesitation.
