Deep within the towering obsidian spires of the Underworld Castle, Samael stood in his private chamber, his crimson eyes glowing with unrestrained fury. The air around him shimmered with his dark aura, the oppressive energy making even the shadows tremble. The room, once adorned with priceless artifacts and mementos of his conquests, now lay in ruins. Splintered furniture, shattered glass, and the acrid scent of burnt fabric bore testament to his volcanic rage.
His mind replayed the scene at the banquet.
That insolent female.
His lips curled in a snarl as he clenched his fists, his sharp claws digging into his palms. A low growl escaped him as the ground beneath his feet cracked, unable to withstand the weight of his seething energy.
She burned me, he thought, his pride stinging as
