A dreadful silence fell.
And then—
Zolgorith understood.
His breath hitched, and his pupils contracted.
He knew of Lucifer's legend.
The Morningstar.
The most beautiful of all angels.
The one who once stood beside the Creator, leading the heavenly choir.
His voice was not mere sound—
It was power.
It was command.
It was divine seduction in its purest form.
It could bend fire… Soothe stone…
And even the dust of the abyss would weep under its melody.
A Hundredfold Seduction
Now—
Zolgorith saw the true horror of what Lucifer had done.
This was his greatest ability.
And it had been multiplied a hundredfold.
Every word Lucifer had spoken…
Every taunt…
Every whisper…
Had woven itself into the battlefield.
The Principalities thought they had been fighting.
But in reality—
They had been entangled in his song.
Not just their minds.
Their power itself had fallen under his voice.
And that was why—
None of them had truly hurt him.
