[Location: Wrath's Palace, Wrath Circle, Seventh Hell]
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" The thunderous roar shook the entire palace, while the witch, just just hovered in front of the throne with her pinky finger digging her ear in a lazy, unconcerned way.
The air vibrated with demonic fury, red lightning crackling across the vaulted obsidian ceiling. Lava veins running through the floor flared brighter, molten rivers carving through the cracks like bleeding arteries.
"Don't get your horns twisted, Wrath," she said lazily, flicking a spark of crimson flame from her fingertip. The ember drifted down like a petal and burned a sigil into the marble. "Your daughter— Prince Dominic Nocturne von Morningstar's Fiancee— Zeraphira Baelgorath is on with him."
"I know the name of my own daughter, you witch! What I want to know is— Why am I getting this news from you, instead of my own spies?!"
