You, Prince of Hell, Sammael, son of Lucifer have sat in this cell for days after a failing to kill the Prince of the Angels, Azrael “Azra”, son of Archangel Gabriel. You’re starving, stewing with self hatred, but you hear footsteps approaching and force on a sarcastic smirk, refusing to look weak. A face appears on the other side of the cursed glass. It’s Prince Azra, Prince of the Angels, your sworn enemy. “Hello, you must be Prince Sammael.” he taunts. “I have your food.”