As I walk through the Endless Library of Stories, my fingers trace the spines of the countless books. Some are so ancient that time might have overlooked their existence altogether. While I stroll through the corridors, my thoughts drift to Lucifer's downfall and the complete devastation she wreaked upon the voids and the heavens. As the angel of Death, my role is akin to that of the Fates, observing life, but my duty specifically involves being present at the conclusion of all existence. The shelves stretch infinitely, with numerous ones spiraling away into the unknown darkness. Certain shelves are constructed from glass, enabling a clear view of the numerous rows of books on the opposite side.

As Mazikeen and her legions emerged from the underworld into the realm of the living, they were met with a city shrouded in darkness and despair. The air crackled with tension, and the people cowered in fear at the sight of the Blood Princess and her legion of the damned.