Asmodeus shook his head. "I can't find the anger anymore. It’s all just… tiredness."
"I remember when you used to make popes weep," a gravelly voice said. sad satan ost
Belial stared at the piano. The single, repeating interval echoed off the empty walls. For the first time in a thousand years, the fallen angel felt a shiver that wasn't from the cold, but from a terrifying truth: they hadn't won Hell. They had simply built a smaller, lonelier prison. Asmodeus shook his head
"I still make them weep," Asmodeus said, his voice soft. "Just not for the same reason." " Asmodeus said