The Emperors exchanged glances, each weighing the heavy decision before them. Ultimately, their shared duty and the pressing need to uncover the truth prevailed. They nodded in agreement, and the preparations for the Dark Soul Oath began.
The Holy Emperor's chamber, already grand and imposing, was soon transformed into a ritualistic space. Dark, intricate sigils were drawn on the marble floor with a mixture of their own blood and rare, enchanted ink. The symbols pulsed with an eerie, otherworldly light, resonating with the ancient power they invoked.
Lucifer stood at the center of these sigils, his presence commanding and authoritative. The Emperors formed a circle around him, their expressions a blend of resolve and trepidation. As the ritual commenced, Lucifer chanted the incantations, his voice echoing through the chamber with a chilling intensity.