An angry woman.

Vergil nodded slowly, watching the shift in Sapphire's expression, which had now turned completely serious. He knew the words "Azazel" and "Fallen Angels" would provoke a reaction, and as always, he enjoyed observing her reactions, especially when it came to such dangerous matters.

"Yes," he replied with his usual coldness, "Azazel, the King of the Fallen Angels. He hired me to deal with a specific problem, something involving hunting down his own subordinates who are out of control."

Sapphire didn't hide the discomfort in her expression. She walked up to him, her eyes shining with a mixture of skepticism and concern. "This is too risky, Vergil. Azazel is a manipulative fool, and the Fallen Angels... they aren't easy enemies. They may be on the decline, but don't underestimate what they can do, especially with a leader like Azazel at the helm."