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Chapter 16: Calm Before the Storm

  The next day ushered in a stark contrast between the Demon Lord’s floors and the lively atmosphere of his companions’ shared quarters. The four floors occupied by the Demon Lord were steeped in an oppressive silence, their walls saturated with a deep crimson glow from his unrestrained demonic energy. The faint hum of his power reverberated throughout, its sheer magnitude causing the air to feel heavier, almost suffocating to any who might dare to enter uninvited. The Demon Lord himself had chosen to retreat into solitude, dedicating the day entirely to recuperating. Having expended an immense amount of energy to open the portal to Hell and manipulate divine, arcane, and demonic magic simultaneously, he opted to release some of the safeguards on his power, allowing it to flow freely within his domain. This unrestrained essence, though potent, seemed to ease the tension in his mind and body as he rested.

  Meanwhile, the companions’ shared floor hummed with activity, a sharp contrast to the stillness above. The energy was lively, filled with the sound of footsteps, muted voices, and the occasional hum of magic being tested or practiced. Despite their various tasks, the Archdemons and Mira had begun to adapt to the strange dynamics of their new additions.

  In one of the rooms, sealed off from the rest, Ciel remained engrossed in his interrogation of Lumen, the Archangel who now bore the Mark of Subjugation. The room was dimly lit, its walls lined with magical inscriptions designed to ensure containment and prevent interference. Ciel operated with both methodical precision and unflinching patience, extracting crucial information from the Angel even as he indulged in his fascination with the human world. Beside him sat plates of food—varieties of cuisine provided by Verdince’s servants—which he sampled with curiosity. Having spent centuries within Hell’s grim borders, the flavors of this world offered a newfound intrigue that bordered on delight. Between bites, he alternated between questioning Lumen, reading books on human history, and jotting down observations in elegantly bound journals. His focus was absolute, his demeanor calm, but there was an underlying intensity to his movements, as if preparing for something greater.

  Elsewhere on the floor, Mira was beginning to embrace her new role, moving through the luxurious quarters with renewed purpose. Her time spent alongside the Archdemons had given her insight into the ways of their kind, and she had gradually started adjusting to the strange environment. She found herself drawn to the books on magic and history, her curiosity driving her to spend hours poring over the texts provided by the City Lord. With guidance from Insight, Mira was steadily learning to navigate this vast and complex world of arcane knowledge. While some concepts proved challenging, her determination propelled her forward, her emerald eyes gleaming with quiet resolve.

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  Greed, however, seemed to struggle with the adjustment, her frustration palpable as she once again attempted to grasp the intricate theories of magic that filled the pages of the books scattered around her. She had no patience for history, dismissing it entirely in favor of arcane experimentation. Despite her difficulty, her pride pushed her to continue—sparks of golden light occasionally flickering in the air as she tested various spells and techniques. Her irritation was evident, yet there was a hint of admiration for the perseverance Mira displayed, a trait that Greed herself rarely relied upon.

  Meanwhile, Baphomet lurked quietly in the background, his presence shadow-like and enigmatic. Having been assigned as Mira’s guardian, the Ancient Demon remained close to her at all times, though he rarely spoke unless necessary. Despite his begrudging role, he executed his task with an unsettling efficiency, his black eyes perpetually watchful. Mira, perhaps unintentionally, had begun to grow accustomed to his presence, treating him as both a protector and a reluctant companion. Baphomet, however, remained indifferent, his thoughts unreadable as he observed the unfolding dynamics of the floor.

  Insight maintained her usual composure, acting as a calming presence amidst the occasional bursts of frustration or activity from her companions. Her mastery of knowledge allowed her to mentor Mira with ease, while she herself moved effortlessly between tasks—studying, strategizing, and occasionally casting a watchful eye over the interactions around her. Her leadership on the floor was subtle yet firm, her influence maintaining an underlying order.

  As the day progressed, the servants visited sporadically, bringing refreshments and tending to their guests’ needs with careful precision. The variety of foods and drinks they offered added to the intrigue of the human world, sparking occasional moments of curiosity or experimentation. However, whispers began to circulate among the servants, stories of the enigmatic Angel and her demonic captor spreading throughout the tower. The rumors, fueled by glimpses and hearsay, eventually reached the City Lord himself. His curiosity piqued, he decided that he must see these individuals for himself—especially the Angel who had been captured by the Demon Lord’s servant.

  Through it all, the Demon Lord remained isolated, his presence a formidable shadow looming over the tower. Yet, his companions’ floor buzzed with life—a stark juxtaposition to the oppressive stillness above. While the Demon Lord rested, his subordinates worked tirelessly, each preparing for the next step in their journey, unaware of the challenges that lay ahead. The tension between the lively activity below and the quiet power above created an unspoken anticipation, a sense that the threads of fate were slowly weaving something larger, something inevitable.

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