In the heart of the City of Darkness, a place where shadows whispered and light was a rare visitor, Michael and Lucifer stood at the forefront of their gathered forces. The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with the anticipation of another inevitable confrontation. Around them were their celestial siblings, Lilith, and Fang Hua, each bearing the marks of the recent battle but standing resolute and ready for what lay ahead.
Michael, his armor gleaming with a faint divine light even in this gloomy place, addressed the assembly. "Azazel has been subdued, but we know this is not the end. The Outer Beings Father speaks of will not relent, and we must be prepared for their next move. We need to strategize and fortify our defenses."
Lucifer, his fiery aura a stark contrast to Michael's calm radiance, nodded in agreement. "Azazel's return will come with even greater fury. He will not make the same mistakes twice. We need to anticipate their tactics and be ready to counter them."
