Fire poured like blood through the cracks of the obsidian floor, spilling between the chains that webbed the air.
Every link glowed faintly with sigils that pulsed in rhythm to a monstrous heart. The Serpent's Hall had become alive — and at its center stood..
Asmodeus, disgusting bat like wings unfurled, eyes twin suns drowning in crimson.
"I gave you a chance, aurora..." he murmured, voice as smooth as smoke.
Aurora's boots hissed against the molten stone as she stepped forward, cloak whipping in the wind that wasn't there. "No....it was your plan ..it was you, You made me come."
Her staff blazed to life, runes flaring gold and violet. A halo of sigils spun around her — six circles of celestial geometry interlocking with a seventh that pulsed faintly, unstable. The Fang of the First hung from her belt, vibrating like a living thing.
Asmodeus smiled. "You still wear Heaven's arrogance like perfume."
