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He placed his claws on the keys. Not to summon fire, or to break minds, but to play the Nocturne in C-sharp minor . His fingers, built to tear spines, moved with a gentleness that would have shocked Heaven.

Asmodeus finally turned. His face, once a mask of terrifying beauty, was streaked with grey. He wasn't crying—demons don’t cry. But his eyes held a moisture that looked suspiciously like regret. sad satan ost

"What is that supposed to be?" Belial whispered. He placed his claws on the keys