Bab 1258: Michael's Closest Ally Is The Incarnation of Death?

In a vast, dark hall, eerily illuminated by the otherworldly glow of red, green, and yellow moons shining through the grand glass ceiling, stood two figures of daunting presence. Rin, the Princess of Murder, clad in armor crafted from blood and flesh, exuded an aura of power and malice. Beside her, Morbus, the God of Plagues, was draped in dark robes, his face obscured by a hood, his short, thin frame almost deceptive of the immense danger he represented. His smile revealed yellowed teeth, adding to his sinister appearance.

"Is everything ready?" Morbus inquired, his voice echoing slightly in the large, ominous space.

Rin's response was a chuckle filled with dark amusement. "Yes, I have one head," she affirmed, her tone dripping with malice. Her eyes, alight with the anticipation of the chaos to come, turned towards Morbus. 

"Do you have the second?"

Matching Rin's malevolence with his own, Morbus let out a chuckle and clicked his tongue in affirmation.