"I say, My Lady, it's been so long already. Is there really no problem?"
In the Abyss, a place of extreme darkness and the unknown, within a silent palace with no foundations, a perfect man stood before a raised platform and smiled.
His eyes resembled the stars in the sky, his face seemed like a replica crafted by the Creator, and every part of him spoke of perfection.
The King of Fallen Angels, Lucifer.
Before him stood a boundless altar, flickering with all manner of strange lights. Some were deep and dark, some shimmered with divine radiance, while others made one's gaze turn hazy after a single glance, as though their entire soul had sunk into them.
Even Lucifer himself, standing before it, could not see the altar in its entirety.
Above the altar, a black grimoire was turning its pages—the Book of Ten Thousand Demons, an innate spiritual treasure in Lucifer's possession that held unimaginable powers.
Two gray, misty auras appeared atop the altar, constantly flipping through the demonic tome. The scenes on every page differed, changing rapidly with every passing second.
At Lucifer's question, an indifferent voice rang out from an indescribable height. Its gender could not be discerned, and it carried no emotion whatsoever.
"The information you have provided is insufficient. It is difficult to uncover useful clues. If you can provide more detailed information, perhaps I can help you find the person you seek more quickly."
Lucifer smiled. "What a pity. The intelligence I possess is limited as well. I fear it will be difficult for me to provide Your Majesty with any more useful information."
The voice spoke no further. Only the grimoire continued turning at great speed, while the lights flickering across the altar remained dreamlike, as though every point was connected to some