Azrael
The group passed through the Gates in something of a hurry, Satan still leading the group within his home. He had yet to remove his illusion despite being within the sanctions of these walls. Glancing behind him Azrael studied Yeuri without giving away anything. After walking for a short while Azrael motioned to the left of the hall where a side corridor was hidden. Without stopping the guards forced Yeuri to go through the corridor which would take him to the lower levels of Purgatory and eventually something of a dungeon.
Azrael took long strides not once looking back as he spoke to the Prince of Fire. “You will have to go the Human Realm in Bavol’s place. As I’ve already explained to her all you will be tasked with doing is finding the source the power surge from two days ago.” The two eventually found themselves in his throne room where Satan quickly took a seat upon. The moment he did so the illusion he had kept up fell away. “You will only be given one month to find the source of the power surge. I expect that you will update weekly Vincent. If you do happen to find this power surge I leave it to your discretion to destroy it if it is a threat to us or to study to understand it better. I’m sure you’ll enjoy that more so than simply getting rid of it.” he said dryly.
The demon king was somewhat aware of Vincent’s hobbies but he never really bothered to understand why Vincent found joy in doing what he does. Azrael shifted in his seat leaning his jaw against a curled hand while the other rested against the arm of the throne. Thinking back to what had just been told to him Azrael frowned. Never had he ever thought a traitor would be so close in his midst. There certainly were other incidents regarding traitors but they had been low key and found out by those of lower standing in his court. Focusing his attention back on Vincent Azrael was about to speak when there was a knock on the large door that led to the room.
Had it not been for the sheer emptiness of the room and the short pause between his words, Azrael would not have heard the knock. They were akin to loud thumps that seemed to echo in the room so it was difficult to ignore it. Straightening in his seat he let his arm drop to the other armrest. The corners of his lips seemed to curl upwards slightly as pale red orbs took in the sight of the airy princess. He could see that being in his presence made the young demon nervous. "Satan?" came the quiet mumble. “Yes?” It amused him to see that she wouldn’t look him in the eye. "I do not understand what has happened, why any of this occurred? Yeu is not a bad demon and he would never do something like you are wrongfully accusing him of."
After saying that the girl took on a more defiant stance or so it seemed in his eyes. "Your wrong, I know your wrong. I just don't understand how I can prove it." At this Azrael frowned, his gaze narrowed in what could be conveyed as irritation. "I think I am entitled to an explanation, Satan." Suddenly the king laughed although not at the Princess but the idea of which she spoke of. His laughter was short-lived eventually becoming quiet chuckles and then a smile that made his features seem harsh. “First you accuse me of being wrong in the precautions I’ve taken and now you believe you are entitled to something?” Pausing briefly to let it be aware that he was not pleased he continued. “The evidence that has been shown simply cannot be denied Princess of Air, regardless of your personal thoughts on your subordinate I must do as any sane ruler would do; destroy those who may oppose him.”
With a shrug of indifference Azrael looked over at the Prince of Fire. Beckoning him forwards with his hand, “I’ll let the Prince of Fire show you this evidence.” The Prince of Fire stepped forwards presenting Bavol the evidence which was a small book that upon opening it displayed various images. The images were slow and fidgety showing bits of static at the edges as they gazed upon it. A figure stepped into view they were cloaked and had the hood drawn over their heads. The dim light of their surroundings cast a dark shadow over their faces making it near impossible to figure out who it was they were peeking on. Suddenly the images zoomed outwards showing the building in the dim light. The figure approached a door knocking on it a few times before taking out some sort of thin object and began to make motions over the door. It soon became apparent that what the figure held in their hands was a stylus. Stepping closer to the door the figure blocked their view of the door until they stepped away revealing a small insignia on the door. The insignia was that of a nine pointed star within the star was a half-closed eye and intertwined within the lines of the star what could be chains; the insignia taken up by the factions that had opposed and still oppose Azrael and his ideals regarding the Human Realm and Aurae.
Suddenly there was a flash of light originating from the insignia. Although the light dimmed it was bright enough to eradicate the shadows that had previously kept the hooded figures features hidden. As they leaned in closer to the image it was obvious who it was that had drawn the insignia, it was Yeuri. With that finally shown Vincent snapped the book closed. A sigh fell way from Azrael’s lips as he turned his head to watch the Airy Princess for her reactions to what had been shown. Clearing his throat Azrael leaned in his seat. “That is not the only evidence the Prince of Fire has procured within the last couple of days, however I think that should be enough to show you why I have done what I have done.” His tone was bit kinder but it still held the authority of someone who could easily take away her crown and leave her but a simple demon like the rest. “Now that we have that done with I would think you’d want to visit your subordinate if you do wish to prove me wrong. I won’t stop you from standing for him but keep in mind who it is you’re going to oppose.” It was clear her audience was no longer needed.