Not long after the Empire's delegates returned to the isolated western palace, away from essential parts of imperial interest, a pair of elegant women headed down a hidden stone stairwell that appeared from within a massive portrait of Asmodeus.
"Sister?"
Lumina followed Serena, who had hastily headed towards the underground training facility. Serena remained silent as the click of her heels echoed throughout the lower floors of the citadel.
"Hm?" She finally turned back, noticing Lumina's furrowed brow, her snow-white lashes lowering as she frowned. "What's the matter, Lumina?"
'I almost lost my composure because of those fools.'
'I need more practice.'
She couldn't imitate Asmodeus's cold persona; sometimes, she envied how he rarely showed signs of anger or at least enough that he lost composure.
However, after killing the ones who insulted her, a quiet, low voice constantly whispered in the back of her mind without end.
'Wouldn't he be happy if you killed them all?'
