The silence that followed Lucifer's declaration was thick and oppressive, each sibling grappling with unspoken thoughts as the weight of his words settled over them. The flickering torches lining the walls cast shifting shadows across their faces, betraying hints of their inner turmoil.
Finally, it was Amiel, who broke the silence. She leaned forward, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as her dark eyes flickered with a conflicted light. "We don't know what Satanael is planning, if he is planning anything," she said, her voice calm but edged with something brittle. "But…" She hesitated, her gaze lowering momentarily before snapping back to Lucifer's. "I won't lie. I've thought about him. Recently. More than I have in centuries."
Her lips tightened as she shifted slightly, her green robes catching the dim light. "His punishment… it was harsh. Harsher than anything else we've seen. You don't think… perhaps he's suffered enough?"