At the Abyss…
Seven giant beings sat around a vast, circular table. The air around them was chaotic, ancient whispers echoing like madness itself.
If an ordinary being heard them, he'd either drop dead or go completely insane.
"I'm curious though... what made the angels so furious that they started a life-and-death battle with that Abyss?" Belphegor asked, yawning.
"That..." Mammon began, smiling, "I heard the angels finally created a being through mating with another race humans. And one of the demons from this Abyss killed it."
The others listened closely.
"Hmm... acceptable cause for anger," Lucifer mused. "But still, why a life and death war? Can't they just... try again?"
"Probably," Leviathan said. "But the one who died was a war archangel. Like Michael."
BOOM.
A pause.
Anytime demons hear the name Michael, fear chills the room.
Why? Because Michael isn't just any war archangel, he's the strongest.
