"She's ready," Teemah said, her voice low and smooth as silk.
Daniel stood still, hands in his coat pockets, his eyes fixed on the glittering city below. The cool night wind brushed against his silver hair, but he didn't flinch.
"Where is she now?" he asked, calm and steady, without even turning around.
"On her way to enact her wrath on Lucifer," Teemah replied with a sly smirk.
Daniel let out a small chuckle, then shook his head slowly. "She always was dramatic."
He tilted his head slightly, eyes now raised to the moon hanging high above the skyline.
"I sense two shadow demons hiding in this realm," he said. "Bring them to me."
Teemah's brow lifted slightly. "You sure? They're slippery, even for me."
Daniel's voice was cold. "They reek of her. Time to clean up Mother's trashes."
Teemah gave a playful scoff. "Tch. Always cleaning up after the old ones… Fine."
She unfolded her wings, the thin membrane shimmering in the moonlight. "I'll be back before the city wakes up."
