Chapter 4: The Celestial Concord - Part 2.

Chapter 4: The Celestial Concord – Part 2 

Azarine stood at the head of the grand hall, arms crossed as he surveyed the gathered figures before him. His voice carried the weight of authority as he addressed the assembly. 

"Now that we all understand the purpose of this Concord, does anyone have anything to say before we begin?" 

A brief silence followed. 

Then— 

"Here!" 

Seraphine shot up her hand, a familiar mischievous grin stretching across her face. 

Azarine sighed, already weary. "No." 

Seraphine blinked. "No?" 

"No." His tone was as flat as a battlefield before the first charge. "Moving on—" 

"Wait, wait, hold on! You don't even know what I was gonna say!" 

"I do." 

Seraphine looked personally offended. "How could you? I might've had something important to add!" 

Azarine arched an unimpressed brow. "Did you?" 

Seraphine opened her mouth—then closed it. "…Maybe." 

Azarine waved a hand dismissively. "Then I suppose no one has anything important to say. Let's start the Concord." 

Seraphine let out a dramatic gasp, clutching her chest. "You wound me, Azarine. Truly. How will I ever recover?" 

"You'll live." 

"The pain… it's unbearable…" 

"What were you even going to say?" Thanara asked, curious about what Seraphine had to say.

She looked at Thanara and quietly whispers to her. "About whether he can even be the Executive to this Concord or not?"

"It's his first time as an Executive in here after all~"

Azarine massaged his temples. "Mind you, I have done many leadership acts in the Underworld." 

Seraphine countered back. "Sure, but this is not the underworld where you discuss meetings with your Demonic friends or your younger brother."

Azarine shot her a glare. His eyes twitching slightly as a vein popped up on his forehead. "Do not speak of my brother with your annoying mouth."

Thanara added with a deadpan look, resting her chin on her hand. "Quiet protective of him, huh?" 

"Protective or not, let's stay on track." Azarine turned to Astraeus. "Since Zephyria still lacks an Eclipsal Lord and Omnithara isn't present, I will act as the main executive of this Concord." 

Astraeus inclined his head. "Very well." He straightened, his expression sharpening. "I will begin with my report. As Zephyria was the first to be attacked by Vaelthar, my insight will be useful in understanding his tactics." 

Seraphine leaned over, smirking. "Let me guess. You cried?" 

Astraeus didn't even blink. "Vaelthar arrived with overwhelming force, laying waste to our outer defenses. Naturally, I—" 

"Screamed for help?" 

Astraeus shot her a flat look. "Would you let me finish?" 

Seraphine shrugged. "I'm just saying, if it were me, I'd have run. No shame in that." 

Azarine exhaled. "Then it's a good thing you weren't there." 

Seraphine gasped again, hand over her heart. "Twice in one meeting? Azarine, you truly are heartless." 

"Thank you." 

Seraphine dramatically slumped back in her chair. "My suffering continues." 

Ignoring him, Astraeus resumed his report, detailing the scale of the attack, Zephyria's countermeasures, and the state of their defenses after Vaelthar's retreat. 

When he finally finished, he leaned back. "That's all I have to say." 

Azarine nodded, absorbing the information. "Interesting." 

Seraphine, however, was still pouting. 

Azarine side-eyed her. "Stop sulking, you idiot." 

Seraphine turned away; arms crossed. "Hmph." 

"Now, now, stop making that face, Lord Seraphine~" A smooth, sultry voice purred from behind. 

Seraphine stiffened. 

A succubus-like figure came behind him. Her skin pale and shined luminously. She had long white hairs and amethyst-like eyes. Her obsidian-black and magenta crystalline outfit clinging to her like a shadow. Her collarbone exposed and her thighs visible. She had wings that shined like Amethysts. A black halo over her long white hair. Some markings on her face with two small magenta colored wing like accessories at either side on her hair.

Azthiel, the Primordial of Lust and Progenitor of the Succubus Race.

She leaned in close, lips dangerously near her ear. 

But before she could get any further, Seraphine simply placed a hand on her face and pushed her away. "Shut up." 

Azthiel giggled, unfazed. "Aww~ If you insist." With a dramatic sigh, she returned to her seat among the Primordials. 

Azarine pinched the bridge of his nose. "Can we focus?" 

Thanara, murmured quietly to herself. "You are the one, getting, distracted." 

Azarine narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me?" 

Thanara immediately straightened. "Nothing, nothing. Please, continue." 

Seraphine snickered. "I heard that." 

Before Azarine could refocus the discussion, the doors burst open. A flustered messenger stumbled inside, gasping for breath. 

"Urgent news!" 

Azthiel stepped in front of him. "Apologies, but we're in the middle of something. Take a number and wait your turn." 

The messenger blinked. "A… number?" 

Azarine sighed. "Just say it." 

The messenger straightened, composing himself. "Ahem. Vaelthar's forces have—" he paused dramatically. 

Seraphine drummed her fingers against the table. "Spit it out before we die of old age." 

"…moved to attack another nation!" 

The entire room let out a collective groan. 

Azarine rubbed his temples. "Wonderful." 

Seraphine threw her hands up. "Oh great! More work! Just what I needed!" 

Thanara, raised a hand. "Do we get a break first?" 

Azarine shot her a look. "No." 

"Figures." She mumbled.

I just watched the chaos. "Well, at least it's never boring around here." 

Azarine exhaled slowly. "I hate all of you." 

Seraphine smirked. "Love you too, Azarine." 

Azarine took a deep breath and forcibly redirected the conversation. "Enough. We need solutions, not jokes." 

Seraphine sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine. But at least let me be sarcastic while we strategize." 

"No." 

Seraphine gasped for the third time that meeting. "Azarine, you are cruel beyond words." 

"Thank you." 

And so, the Celestial Concord continued—amid strategic planning, half-serious discussions, and, of course, constant distractions.