Lynn rode his daughter through the wind and waves, flying like a bolt of blue lightning toward the deepest reaches of the First Abyss Plane.
Within the First Abyss Plane.
The most conspicuous sight was, of course, the red blood moon that hung eternally in the night sky.
According to the Self-Binding Angel, that blood moon had hung high overhead since before she was born. It was the most important symbol of their First Abyss Plane, and in their ancient legends, it represented their Demon Lord's eye. Wherever its light shone was the Demon Lord's eternal domain.
It was their Holy, scarlet moon! And the symbol of the Demon Lord's everlasting existence!
"Are you sure?"
Aivier sounded doubtful.
"I know this probably isn't a good time to say this, but I once heard Father say he hung that blood moon up there mainly as decoration. He said red light went better with the demon boss's Castle, so he made one himself."
The Self-Binding Angel was struck speechless and could not get a word out for a long time.
But soon, she changed the subject again. It was as though returning to her homeland had begun to unearth countless memories from the dusty depths of her heart.
She also told them.
According to legend.
Back when the Demon Lord still walked the earth, he would always stand alone on the Castle's balcony, his gaze detached and distant. Like an eternally powerful demon god, he held dozens of demon planes in awe.
No one could fathom the depths of the Demon Lord's profound gaze or what unparalleled mysteries he was contemplating.
And often, once the Demon Lord stood there.
He would remain for dozens of months.
Even after countless years, they still remembered his imposing figure and presence, their reverence undiminished.
Aivier