His voice carried across the chamber, amplified by acoustics designed specifically for this moment. Every demon heard. Every heart felt.
"You ask if your faith is enough. If your sacrifices matter. If your devotion makes you worthy of salvation."
He gestured to the blind demon who could now see. To the crippled boy who now walked.
"You've spent eighty years building this Cathedral. Eighty years praying to something you couldn't see. Eighty years maintaining faith when the world gave you every reason to abandon it."
His crimson eyes blazed.
"You are worthy because you believed when belief was hard. Because you maintained faith when faith seemed foolish. Because you built something beautiful on nothing except hope that your god would someday walk among you."
He stepped forward, and the crowd parted like water.
"I am Azrakul. The Originator of Sin. The Primordial darkness before creation. And I tell you this—"
