Damian sighed, looking at the seven seraphim kneeling in front of him while Lucifer stood a few feet away from his lord, arms crossed, a smug look on his face as he stared at the seven strongest holy angels in existence.
"What's your problem?" Damian asked, sighing once again.
He did not need to ask them; he already knew their history with the former Demon King, Lucifer.
Even now, he could feel the invisible sparks flying back and forth between Lucifer and the seven seraphim.
"My king, you have to reconsider," Jophiel, the Angel of Kindness, pleaded, her eyes becoming moist, almost like a child begging her mother. "While we are willing to let go of everything he did in the past as per your order, we holy angels absolutely cannot take orders from a dark angel. Please, my king, we beg of you, reconsider."
