POV — the Writer
I decided to just listen to the others for a while. Azazel really was a chatterbox and left no room for anyone else. I hope I won't have to intervene again anytime soon.
"I saw Satan fall like lightning from the sky."
It was a gloomy and stormy night in the mortal world—where night constantly alternates with day. The sky raged. On this night, only the violently flashing lightning gave any light.
In the realm of eternal night, however, not a single cloud passed across the sky. The stars shone brightly in the unreachable heights.
Anyone looking out of Pandemonium's windows could see that in the distance, at the borders of the eternal night, the Azuryth had awakened again. The blue lava flow presented a ghostly spectacle.
When the Saphyrel erupted as well, the earth trembled. The Great Abyss opened once more. Pandemonium's walls shook so violently that the southern tower cracked.
The grand marquises and demon princes gathered around Lucifer. Only Astaroth was absent from the meeting—her duties called her to the Great Abyss.
And, of course, Azazel had slept through the whole event.
It was a strange night.
The black crystal throne stood empty in the middle of the hall, as everyone had taken a seat at the table to discuss the events.
The "heavens" had sent a message. More than two thousand years had passed since the "Above" last spoke with Pandemonium.
Two thousand years ago, the Son of God himself descended into the realm of eternal night. Original sin was then erased.
The assembled demon princes waited impatiently for Astaroth to return from the Great Abyss. The demons interrupted each other, trying to guess what message the "heavens" had sent.
Lucifer silenced them.
When the earth moved again and the Great Abyss closed, Pandemonium's northern tower collapsed with a tremendous crash.
"This is outrageous," muttered Belial.
Marduk reached for his sword, but Lucifer gestured for calm.
They drank from their chalices of pyraxis in silence, until they saw the approaching figure.
Across the cloudless sky, a single lightning bolt ran, illuminating the realm of eternal night. It was an insult. The "heavens" reminded Lucifer.
"If the 'Above' want to wage war again, so be it," whispered Lilith.
Astaroth returned, holding a baby in her arms.
It was a strange night. It had been more than two thousand years since Pandemonium's walls had ever received a small child.
The demons looked at each other in bewilderment. They examined the sleeping girl carefully. On the blue velvet swaddling embroidered with silver threads shone a triangle with the all-seeing eye.
"A child of a Guardian," Lilith concluded.
The earth would not take her. The heavens did not receive her.
In Pandemonium, no one understood the message the "Above" wanted to convey.
"This is outrageous," the demons decided.
The "heavens" had sent a message. In Pandemonium, that in itself was an ominous sign.
Even by the end of the council, it remained unclear why they were so outraged.
Lilith took the Guardian's child into her arms. It was then that the great idea was born.
That night, Lucifer changed his phone number to 1. The "heavens" had sent a message. He decided to respond to it.
Azazel drifted in sleepily at the end of the meeting. Lucifer wanted to send six demons on the dangerous task to the mortal world—but as punishment, Azazel was now made leader.
The rest, Azazel had more or less already recounted.