The Underworld’s grand banquet hall was a picture of opulence, the air heavy with the intoxicating mix of power and tension. Golden chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting a warm, flickering glow over the room. Demons of the highest rank were seated at long, richly decorated tables, indulging in luxurious food and drink. The Underworld was alive with festivity, but beneath the laughter and casual conversation, a current of tension ran thick, especially for Tay.
He sat near the head of the table, his posture relaxed, but his senses were fully alert. The eyes of his siblings, particularly Samael, bore into him like burning coals. Tay could feel Samael’s murderous aura radiating from across the room, though his older brother wore a mask of indifference. Samael had always been the fro
