The Underworld Court was eerily quiet when Samael arrived in a storm of fury, his dark energy flooding the throne room like a suffocating wave. The demons stationed around the chamber instinctively backed away, sensing the sheer, uncontrollable rage emanating from him. But none of them stopped him.
They didn’t need to.
At the end of the vast hall, seated upon his ornate throne, Victor remained motionless.
His father looked different, not in body, but in presence. The once-unshakable authority he had exuded for centuries had dimmed, replaced by something colder, more resigned. And yet, when his dark eyes lifted to meet Samael’s burning gaze, they held no fear, no uncertainty.
"Father!" Samael’s voice rang through the hall like a thunderclap. His fury was an inferno, his power crackling
