The land of pride, covered in ice, cold as ever. You shiver as you walk through it

you had one goal, just find the Morningstar, as you did have a delivery. You look at the box in your hands, some paper work, a bottle of red wine, and an envelope from some one unknown, King Paimon made the clear threat of what would happen if it was opened

finally you reached the Prince of prides throne, you stare up at the fallen angel, who gave that same grin back at you, his ruby red eyes looked as if they were judging every move you made. He stood up and smiled, fixing his blonde hair “good evening” he said, walking down the steps “what brings you to stand in my presence?”