Satan sat silently on his throne in Hell City, without uttering a word. His gaze had turned incomparably calm, so calm that it struck a deep fear into both Cold Child and Lucifer. They knew well that today's battle had dealt an immense blow to Satan.
Satan slowly raised his head and said to Lucifer, "Get in touch with Hades, the King of the Underworld. I have something to say to him."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Amid Lucifer's murmured incantations, a faint gray light coalesced in the air, forming an energy ripple like a mirror. After a moment, the glow gradually clarified, and a handsome face silently appeared within the mirrored surface.
"Ah, it seems to be His Majesty Satan! May I know what brings you to me? Could it be that trouble has arisen on your end?"
