The sound of lips smacking. A constant moaning no matter where you went. People openly, in public, doing depraved things to each other. Welcome, to the Lust Ring.
Sex. That single word described this part of Hell. It was so goddamn horny. Paimon felt disgusted as he traversed its streets, heading to a single location. Thankfully, the Goetian King sprouted wings and flew over nearly everything because he could shapeshift. At some point, he WOULD have to land, unfortunately. But Paimon wanted to avoid that for as long as he could.
You'd think there would be more of a buzz from the locals once they realized a well-known Royal was among them. But they were all too busy fucking to care. Ugh. Degenerates. They reminded Paimon of his Son.
Soon, the Goetia would reach his destination. Paimon ensured that he landed on the welcome mat. It probably wasn't clean like everything else, but he still took his chances.
"Ozzie's". The club restaurant hybrid that the ruler of Lust ran. There wasn't a doubt in Paimon's mind that, SOMEHOW, the inside of this building would be worse than the rest of the Ring.
"Greetings, your majesty." One of the staff, likely a bouncer, greeted Paimon as he landed. "Lord Asmodeus is inside." He informed the King.
"Thank you," Paimon said as he lifted his cloak with one of his arms. He knew the likelihood of preventing his attire from being tarnished was nigh impossible, but he still wanted to try.
Entering the establishment as the bouncer bowed, Paimon expected a den of debauchery. People giving oral to each other underneath the tables. Fully-nude partners screwing the day away on their surfaces. An orgy unfolding at the center of the room.
Yet, as Paimon reached the main area, he found himself stunned. Everything was spotless. He could tell because it shined with the same luster as a polished gemstone. Why, if Paimon didn't know any better, he'd assume this building was brand-new.
"Paimon!" The voice of Lust's ruler called out from nearby as the Goetia entered the room. "So glad you could make it, hon." He said.
Looking in the voice's direction, Paimon found someone who wasn't too dissimilar from his owl form. Large. That was the first notable thing about Asmodeus. The man was certainly not an average Demon in more ways than one. The second most eye-catching aspect of him was the vibrancy of his appearance.
A bright blue mane of feathers. Two extremely long tail feathers, one red, and the other white. A similar set of those feathers rested atop Asmodeus's brows. A suit that Paimon couldn't make heads or tails of. Was it meant to be flamboyant? Casual? Business? A mixture of all three? It was so hard to tell.
Regarding the similarity between Asmodeus and Paimon, the ruler of Lust was also an avian. Or, at least, that could be believed due to his legs and feet. They were quite bird-like. Some might compare them to that of a chicken. Although, Paimon assumed he was meant to be a cock.
"Asmodeus." Paimon greeted, bowing out of respect. "Thank you for this audience. I promise I won't-"
"Stop! Stop!" Asmodeus exclaimed with vigor, cutting him off. "There's no NEED to be so formal! We're both Royalty. Furthermore, this meeting was arranged by our Lord himself. But, just for future reference, you don't need to rely on dear old Luci to meet with me. I'd be happy to see you anytime." He said with a smile. Incredibly hospitable and warm, was Asmodeus always like this? Or was this an act to earn the Goetian King's favor?
"I'll...make a note of that," Paimon promised as he looked around. "I couldn't help but notice the immaculate state of your business." He commented.
"Oh, yes! I didn't think you'd want to sit in a cum-covered club. So, I had every inch of the place scrubbed thoroughly. It looks better than the day I had it built." Asmodeus explained.
"That...was very considerate of you," Paimon replied.
"Think nothing of it. It was the least I could do for you." Asmodeus assured. "Now, come over, and let's start this meeting." He invited while beckoning with his hand.
Paimon approached and sat down in the booth Asmodeus was parked in. The two Royals sat on opposite sides of the table that rested between them.
"So." Asmodeus began, eager to get things underway. "I heard some interesting words from Lucifer. He didn't say much, but what was shared was immensely curious." He stated.
Although Paimon did send letters to the rulers of every Ring, Lucifer had informed them that the Goetian King wanted to speak with each one. Even with the Devil on Paimon's side, many Circles' leaders sought to wait and see how things played out. Their bet that Asmodeus would be the first to respond was a smart one that paid off.
"Yes. About that." Paimon began, making himself comfortable. "I'll be direct with you, Asmodeus. Do you know the Rapture? That biblically prophesized event that'd cause a total uproar across Earth, Heaven, and Hell? What I have to share with you is greater than THAT and anything else you could equate to it. It'll challenge your perception of reality. You'll question what is and isn't true. Before I go further, it must be stated that you CANNOT share ANY of this with ANYONE." He told him. "Do you understand?" He asked.
"Hmm..." Asmodeus hummed, putting a finger to his chin. "...Could I tell my boyfriend? We have a transparent relationship. I never keep anything from him." He inquired.
"...Did you NOT hear what I just said to you?" Paimon questioned.
"Of course I did," Asmodeus assured. "But this isn't some random aristocrat that I'd call for hot gossip. He's my lover and partner. Surely, you can understand that." He argued.
Paimon started tapping his fingers on the table. He needed to be diplomatic. STAY. CALM. PLAY. BALL.
"...F...Fine..." Paimon begrudgingly agreed. Hopefully, Lord Lucifer anticipated the Rings' leaders having conditions like this.
"Awesome!"
That...voice...wasn't...Asmodeus. In less than a second, a new person joined the booth. They climbed over the booth's seat from the one behind Asmodeus. After vaulting, the individual sat comfortably beside the ruler of Lust.
A clown. That wasn't Paimon thinking of an insult. Asmodeus's boyfriend was an Imp dressed as a jester. Oh...this was going to be WONDERFUL...
"Paimon, this is Fizzarolli." Asmodeus introduced his boyfriend as he cozied up to him.
"A pleasure, your majesty." Fizzarolli greeted with a grin while extending his hand across the table.
"..." Paimon stayed silent, slowly tilting his head to look at the hand. "...If there is a buzzer in your palm, I will tear your arm off and beat you with it." He warned.
"No, I'd never!" Fizzarolli exclaimed. He acted insulted, but it was so apparent that it was a performance.
"Well, I wouldn't say that." Asmodeus chimed in with a smile. "You DO like to make our intimate moments more whimsical. Why, there was this one time-"
THUMP
Paimon slammed his fist onto the table. He was trying SO hard to remain civil.
"...Gentleman," Paimon spoke through a tightly clenched beak. "I...don't mean to be a prude, but I'd prefer to keep the conversation focused on why I'm here and not your sexual exploits." He requested.
"Oh, of course. Sorry." Asmodeus apologized. "Fizzy, I think you can pull your hand back now." He said.
"Thank you," Paimon responded as Fizzarolli retracted his limb. "Now, as we were. I want to ensure the two of you grasp the gravity of all of this. This isn't politics. What has brought me here into your establishment is something that will reshape everything. Hell. Earth. Heaven. The entire perception of our reality will be forever altered. When this occurs, the public will be in unrest. I request your assistance in maintaining order when the masses are in a frenzy. In addition to swearing to secrecy and accepting the responsibility of possessing this knowledge, do you agree to lend your aid when everyone goes mad?" He told them, ending with a question.
"Of course, Paimon." Asmodeus agreed with a smile. Wow. That was immediate. Paimon didn't expect that.
"Asmodeus, I...don't know if you-"
"Ah. Ah. Ah." Asmodeus interrupted him. "Paimon, honey. Fizzy and I discussed this when I received your letter. Sure, sex is always on the brain with us. I understand why you're so hesitant. I also grasp that this isn't about an Overlord trying to make a bigger name for themselves, nor is it a Royal trying to obtain more territory than they're allowed. The business that has brought you here goes beyond our petty day-to-day bullshit. I give you my word that we're taking this seriously." He insisted.
"So do I!" Fizzarolli chimed in. "Although, my word probably means nothing to ya. Still, it's there." He added.
For a few seconds, Paimon was speechless. He had never seen this side of Asmodeus. Only ever the horny and sexual.
"...Hmph...I...suppose I owe you an apology then," Paimon confessed.
"Nope. I don't want it." Asmodeus rejected the attempt. "Like I just told you, I get it. I'm the Demon who hosts orgies and has a sex dungeon instead of a normal one. I'm not ashamed of that, nor am I upset when people think that's what I'm all about." He told him. "But, as you said earlier, enough about my personal life and activities. Shall we?" He inquired, referring to the meeting.
"Yes. Thank you." Paimon nodded.
Elsewhere, At A Café In Pentagram City...
"..."
"...R..."
"...Rosie!"
CLAP
"...Huh?..." Rosie finally spoke. Yet, even after having a pair of hands clap in front of her face, she was still out of it.
Throughout the brunch, Stella spun the tale that she and the others had come to know so well. She, as stated, couldn't get into EVERYTHING. But Stella still shared enough to ensure Rosie grasped what she was hearing.
Sadly, as expected, the poor woman was sent into a state. Rosie sat there, holding a serving of tea that was now cold, staring aimlessly into the distance. Alastor and Stella could still discern shock and bewilderment from her face despite her lack of eyes.
"Rosie! Rosie!" Alastor exclaimed, now snapping his fingers in front of her. Far be it from the Radio Demon to be rude, but this was an emergency!
"Was I too fast?" Stella asked. She had genuine empathy for Rosie's current crisis. Everyone, including Stella, had similar experiences when learning this for the first time. "Or did I give too much at once?" She added.
"No, it's not your fault," Alastor assured. "We honestly need to figure out a better approach. No matter how slow or reserved we are in the execution, this information will ALWAYS lead to this result." He said before focusing back on his friend. "Rosie! Can. You. Hear. Me?" He asked slowly.
"...Mhm..." Rosie sounded in reply.
"Okay! Good! Progress!" Alastor exclaimed with his usual smile. "Now then, try to say things. Work through your thoughts. Let us know what's going on with you right now." He instructed.
"...I...just...don't...know...what to say..." Rosie slowly but surely muttered, doing her best to return to reality. "Everything you've shared...it's...insane..." She said.
"Oof. If Rosie's saying that, the poor girl's truly shaken." Alastor commented.
"I know how it sounds. I wouldn't blame you for assuming we've simply recited the ramblings of a psychotic hobo to you." Stella told her, followed by a sigh. "Sadly, it is all true. We can arrange a private audience with Lord Lucifer if you need further proof. It wouldn't be any trouble; we know he'd be happy to do it. Whatever you need to make this easier for yourself, let us know." She offered.
"...You...mentioned a man..." Rosie began, slowly turning to look at her. "At the center of this...you said there was a person...a HUMAN...and they were now here...in Hell..." She recalled.
"Specifically, I said he was staying with me and my family at our Estate." Stella clarified. "He only goes by the name of Doomguy. I don't blame the man. After everything he's been through, I wouldn't much care to share my life story with anyone. Let alone my actual name." She said.
"...Can...I meet him?..." Rosie requested. "I...I think I need to see something of what you've told me...then...I believe it'll start to set in..." She explained.
"A splendid idea, Rosie!" Alastor praised. "Assuming that wouldn't be an issue, right, Stella?" He asked.
"Not at all. If anything, it's perfect." Stella answered before standing up. "I'll go inform my driver that we'll be departing. Do you need me to cover this?" She inquired, referring to the brunch.
"Don't worry; this one's on me," Alastor assured her.
"Oh. Thank you." Stella politely replied, not expecting his generosity.
With that settled, Stella headed for the parking lot across the street to talk to her limousine's driver. Alastor helped poor Rosie to her feet as she did, knowing the rattled Demon couldn't maintain her balance right now.
Meanwhile, Within The Ivory Tower...
"In the beginning, there was nothing. An indescribable ethereal state of existence. But then, a lifeform emerged. Radiant. Flawless. Beautiful. Brilliant. This entity filled the endless void with warmth and light. Eventually, after discovering what it was capable of, the being would use its power to manifest a home. The name it chose: Urdak.
At first, Urdak was nothing more than an assortment of vibrant colors and celestial bodies. The entity was still learning what it could do. Yet even as it obtained a firm grasp of the extent of its powers, the being still yearned for experimentation. The entity realized an equal love for science and sorcery. It combined the two to create something new. Another lifeform. Thus, the Maykr race was born.
Samur was the name the entity bestowed upon its first child. Like the Creator, Samur was a being of pure energy that brilliantly shined. However, it soon dawned on them that such a form had limitations. Apparatuses or vessels must be crafted to allow further experimentation and growth. This is how the Maykr race obtained its bodies. Designed by the Creator with some aid from Samur.
An amazing fusion of flesh and machine. Perfectly harmonious as all things should be. The bodies could be improved over time, but for a start, it was as good as one could hope for. Through Samur's insistence, the Creator's vessel was to be grand. In his eye, they deserved no less. Samur would take for himself a form far smaller since he was still, in a sense, a child.
From here, Samur and the Creator would continue their work. More Maykrs were made. Each one was a beloved child in the eyes of the Creator. Contrastly, all Maykrs saw the Creator as their Mother. Without her, neither they nor their home would exist. As such, the Creator took on a new identity and name. Forevermore, she would be known as Khan, the Creator.
Samur, as her first creation, would receive the honor of the Maykr name being added to his. Khan stated that there would be no Maykrs without him. Although she was the Creator and the first entity, it was through Samur's existence that the Maykrs were realized and given shape. Her other children gave no objection; they revered Samur with the same love as their Mother. In return, Samur was eternally grateful. He vowed to do his best for all of them.
From here, the "Golden Age of Urdak" occurred. More Maykrs. More creations. More discoveries. It was wonderful. A utopia that would never be replicated. Urdak came to resemble its inhabitants through their efforts. Structures and flora as gorgeous as themselves were made. The space that surrounded Urdak was no longer dark. Everything was perfect.
During this time, countless inventions were conceived by the Maykrs. The most impressive of which, to no surprise, came from Khan. She presented to her children the "Engines of Creation". These massive mechanical marvels could produce entirely new spaces. Over time, these realities would develop independently of the engines. Things that could only happen when left to the unpredictability of nature. All of Urdak was obsessed and fascinated.
More time passed. Things remained blissful. The new spaces, designated as universes and dimensions by Khan, were limitless in their potential. The Maykrs began spending most of their days observing them. There was no end to their wonders. However, Khan stressed the importance of neutrality. We were not to impose our wills onto any life in these realities. Sentience was to be respected, not possessed. A sentiment all Maykrs shared with their Mother.
Then, it began. Unknown to the Maykrs, the end was near. The spaces they observed suddenly started to disappear. One after the other. Some went quickly; others took time. But there was an undeniable situation unfolding before them. Something seemed to be destroying these realities. What was it?
Khan investigated the issue. She didn't rest or eat until the problem was discovered. But when she found it, Khan felt a new emotion. It didn't have a name then, as none other had experienced it. But that terrible sickly feeling spreading throughout Khan was fear.
In the beginning, there was nothing. When Khan manifested and realized her powers, she began to fill that void. At a certain point, she assumed the emptiness was gone. Urdak and the Maykrs had filled that absence.
This was not true. That void could never be filled. The Khan and her children had never ventured far enough from their home to see it. That endless darkness still exists on the horizon. No different from her birth, another entity had appeared in its shadows. Only this time, it was the void itself.
There was no light to be found at first. That came from the realities the void consumed. Entire universes, dimensions, and their worlds were pulled into that nothingness. Once Khan and her children could see into it, they were horrified by what they found.
Mindless monsters ravaged the beautiful fauna and flora they had always admired and cherished. Beasts with no souls. Horrors with no compassion. They yelled and screeched in savage delight at the suffering of the innocent. A word was made for them by Khan, muttered in a state of shock and disgust. Demons.
In reaction, two decisions were made. Both were supported wholeheartedly by the Maykrs. First, the Engines of Creation were turned off. Khan would not allow more innocent life to fall victim. Second, it was the responsibility of Urdak and its people, including herself, to purge these foul heathens.
This was the invention of war. The Maykrs combatted the Demons. At the start, it seemed as though victory was assured. These brutish abominations were no match for the intellect and power of Khan and her children. However, arrogance would ultimately be their downfall. They underestimated the master of these monsters. In retaliation, it created a Demon with true sentience.
This unknown entity, who faithfully served the void, began building technology to augment the Demons. Eventually, leading the Demons' forces was a terrifying tyrant. It stood above all others and was the first original creation of the unknown entity. As such, it would be deemed: "The Cyberdemon".
After that, the war was in their favor. The void did not have the same morals and principles as Khan. It didn't have any at all. So, there were no restrictions when it came to the augmentation and upgrading of its legions. Malformed and mutilated monstrosities were sent against the Maykrs. The Maykrs' technology and weaponry were superior, but the Demons had numbers. Combined with the resources the void obtained as it consumed realities, this conflict was nearing its end.
Khan realized this. She ordered all of her children to flee and find a new haven. She would remain in Urdak and hold off their enemies. Of course, the Maykrs refused. They would never abandon their Mother. They would happily die for her, regardless of her objection.
Time was running out. There wasn't room for debate. Yet, at that moment, Khan and her children shared an idea. Their eyes landed on Samur. Khan and the Maykrs would remain.
Samur passionately argued against the notion. He couldn't abandon his Mother and people. But he knew, just as they did, that neither one would leave Urdak. As Khan looked at him warmly and the Maykrs gathered around for support, he knew what must be done. Tears were shed. Goodbyes given. Samur hated himself. He knew it was logical. He was the best choice for a survivor. But that didn't make it any easier.
Before Samur departed, he assisted Khan and the Maykrs with one final invention. Should Urdak fall and every Maykr die, Khan would enter a comatose state via a machine. This device was deemed "The Divinity". It would use Khan as the power source. Her soul would expel the Demons and protect her and Urdak from being consumed.
Now, they could've chosen to do that immediately. But the Maykrs, including Samur, could not bear to see their Mother like that. Nor could Khan withstand the thought of her children working tirelessly to try and save her while being trapped by their enemies. Were they selfish? Did they allow emotion to dictate their choices rather than logic? Yes. But, in their defense, no matter what action they took, the war would still be lost. At the very least, with Samur safe, there was hope.
Once the Divinity was finished, Samur left his home and family. He traveled to the farthest reality from the war. Neither side was aware of its existence. Upon arrival, Samur constructed a tower that would serve two purposes. It was a machine that could conceal the reality from the void's detection. It would also be Samur's new home.
When it was done, Samur sat atop his Ivory Tower. He watched the battle continue until its end, signified by a giant sphere of golden energy surrounding Urdak. That was Khan's soul. Urdak had fallen. The Maykrs were dead. Samur was alone.
However, Samur could not dwell on his sadness. He did not have the luxury of mourning. Swiftly, Samur set himself to work. He had only one objective for now. His duty was to try and protect as many realities as possible.
Samur continued to develop and improve the Ivory Tower. By doing so, its field of influence could be extended to more than one space. Eventually, Samur was able to erect a barrier between every reality. Of course, these shields not only separated them from each other but from the void as well.
The most advantageous aspect of this plan was that the void and its Demons could not discern the location of these barriers. Truthfully, they didn't even know there WAS a source. The void and its minions assumed that every reality had these walls and that they had never cared enough to notice.
Thankfully, they could never breach these barriers, no matter how hard they tried. Even as they got stronger and obtained more power, Samur could outpace them. He created countless drones and various other devices to assist him. Furthermore, these machines could make MORE of themselves. At last, upon reaching this state, Samur could breathe easily.
From here, Samur spent his days doing nothing but research and ensuring the safety of all. Sadly, his endeavors were not the same as they were on Urdak. They were not fun or born from curiosity. Samur had to stay ahead of the void at all times, for it was also ceaseless in its improvement.
Yet as time passed, a few things happened. The void and its creatures eventually developed the capacity for language and writing. Here, the void would give itself a name. Doom. Admittedly, Samur agreed with that, as strange as it may sound. There was no word better fitting for that nightmare.
As for the Demons, they, too, received names. Imps. Pinkies. Lost Souls. Cacodemons. Mancubi. Hell Knights. Revenants. Arachnotrons. Pain Elementals. Barons. Archviles. With time, more Demons would eventually appear. But those species have been present since the beginning. The "Original" Demons, as it were.
Of course, the Cyberdemon still existed. It became Doom's champion. A few other notable Demons were also created by the still-unknown intelligence Doom had produced long ago. The Spider Mastermind. The Icon of Sin. The Mother. That last one filled Samur with a powerful rage. Was it a coincidence? Or was this "Mother of All Demons" meant to mock Khan? Regardless of if it was or wasn't, Samur was disgusted.
After that, nothing much happened. Samur spent his days performing his routine. The realities proceeded without disturbance. Doom festered. Life moved on.
Yet, with this passage, Samur felt a growing loneliness. The reality he inhabited was empty of any sentience apart from himself. He had ensured this so he could maintain his focus. But Samur couldn't ignore the effects of isolation. Soon enough, they got the better of him.
As Khan had done, so too did Samur create children. He did his best to restrain himself but still wanted a large family. When it was complete, Samur's tower was filled with new life. He watched with pride and joy as his children developed, each becoming unique. He wondered if this was how Khan felt as she observed the Maykrs' growth.
But just as it seemed that Doom could never be a problem again, it reminded Samur not to become careless. Doom had discovered it influenced others. Those with weak wills and minds. Those who chose to be as wicked as Doom. With these souls, Doom could find ways through the barriers. Allowing them to lay claim to any world that, by their actions and decisions, showed sign of Sin.
Although Samur's children were not like these poor creatures, Mortals, as he'd come to call them, he couldn't take any chances. So, Samur created a story that he sold as truth. Luckily, the children were still so young that their minds could barely retain memory. They wouldn't remember if Samur's appearance, which was still that of a Maykr, suddenly changed to a formless entity.
From there, the story developed. Samur called himself God. His children were Angels. The place they lived was Heaven. As the children got older, some, such as his son Lucifer, showed signs of rebellious behavior. Samur didn't have any issues with this; he wanted his children to feel they could express themselves however they wanted. But the threat of Doom still loomed, so something needed to be done.
Samur gathered his children and proposed the creation of a new realm. Hell would be its name. Lucifer, one of his oldest children, would be its ruler. Those who wanted to destroy or wreak havoc could do so in Hell. This provided Samur's children a place to explore their rambunctions, wants, and desires without getting Doom's attention. For a long time, this worked.
But then, another problem surfaced. Samur observed a reality where the lifeforms had become so advanced they could create machines capable of opening portals. Of course, these foolish beings were reckless. They didn't consider the dangers of such technology. So, nothing could be done when they accidentally opened a rift to Doom. The Demons ravaged, consumed, and assimilated their reality.
Samur, knowing the same could happen in his home, needed to develop his story further. As a reminder and tribute to the fallen species, Samur replicated their world in his reality. Earth. He also reproduced the same species of mortal. Humanity. He then went on to tell his children about their responsibilities. Creation needed to be managed. As entities with immense power, it was their duty to ensure everything was as it should be.
This was the invention of Religion. Samur, under the guise of God, appeared before the mortals several times. He needed to instill the concept of Hell, Heaven, Demons, and Angels within them. He had to control the narrative as much as possible to keep Doom out.
Additionally, Samur told his children to enforce several laws. One was the strict prohibition of all portal conjuration that led to other parts of reality. Only God and his children were allowed to do ANYTHING of that sort. However, in secret, Samur and his automated assistants would monitor disruptions and ensure they would NEVER accidentally connect to Doom. Again, no chances could be taken.
With that, this story has reached the present. The only other thing to mention was the appearance of a mortal who stood against Doom. But you all know that story. Or rather, Azrael does. The rest of you only know certain details. Which is clearly enough since you came to see me."
At last, Samur could stop talking. He recited the information he shared with his Son Gabriel when he arrived five days ago. Now, it was Samur's Daughter Azrael, his Son Michael, and his Daughter-In-Law Lilith who listened. Gabriel stood beside his Father and monitored the others' condition.
Unsurprisingly, the trio were unresponsive. They might not even be conscious. Samur and Gabriel waited for a response but got nothing. They just stood there, frozen in place.
"Could we have prevented this?" Samur asked, turning to his child.
"No, Father. I don't believe we could've." Gabriel answered, looking at him. "They needed to know everything. Leaving out ANY of the details, or even reducing their description to try and lessen the impact, could only confuse and lead to questions. Well, more than they'll already have, that is." He reasoned.
"I suppose you're right." Samur agreed with a sigh. "Still, I regret doing this to them. They've already been through so much and will endure more as the future approaches." He said.
"Unfortunately, yes. But we must all get ready now. We need to prepare." Gabriel reminded.
"Believe me, Son. I know." Samur assured with a smile before moving over to Azrael. With great ease, he lifted his Daughter's serpentine body into his arms. Still, she did not respond. "I'll take each of them to their room. I'd prefer they recover from this shock in comfort." He said.
"Wait. Did you make one for Lilith?" Gabriel inquired.
"I've been making rooms for as many people as possible since I made the mortals of our reality. I hope we won't need to turn the tower into a home for all, but if the past has taught me anything, it's better to be cautious than be left surprised." Samur explained.
"Ah. I see." Gabriel responded before approaching Lilith. "Then, allow me to assist you." He requested.
"Thank you, Gabriel. It's unneeded but appreciated." Samur said with a smile.
With Azrael and Lilith in their arms, Samur and Gabriel ascended the tower to lay them down to rest. As for Michael, a pair of drones descended, grabbed onto him, and lifted him. Part of the tower's automation was connected directly to Samur's soul. So he could issue commands like that whenever he needed or wanted to.