The void trembled with a silence so heavy it felt alive.
Seraphina, her six blackened wings glimmering like molten glass, took a single step forward, her bare feet rippling the emptiness beneath her as though it were water. Her eyes blazed with the cold arrogance of one who had once stood at Heaven's right hand.
"Kneel," she commanded, her voice cutting through the void like a blade of silver and venom. "You stand before the Morningstar himself. Who gave you the right to speak to him standing, filth of the abyss?"
Greed's gilded body shook—not in fear, but laughter. His rolls of jeweled flesh rippled as he laughed, the echo booming across the empty expanse. "Ahhh… still so dramatic, aren't you? From what I see, your core... you are an Eveningstar at best. Just ONE Eveningstar. Besides..." His eyes—emerald fires sunk deep in sockets of diamond—flicked from Seraphina to Lucifer. "When I'm done, little bird, your master will be dust, and it won't matter who kneels."
