Ost | Sad Satan

But that was before the Silence.

He placed his claws on the keys. Not to summon fire, or to break minds, but to play the Nocturne in C-sharp minor . His fingers, built to tear spines, moved with a gentleness that would have shocked Heaven. sad satan ost

Asmodeus finally turned. His face, once a mask of terrifying beauty, was streaked with grey. He wasn't crying—demons don’t cry. But his eyes held a moisture that looked suspiciously like regret. But that was before the Silence

Asmodeus shook his head. "I can't find the anger anymore. It’s all just… tiredness." His fingers, built to tear spines, moved with

Tonight, he was perfecting a new piece. He called it "Lament for the Morningstar." It had no fire, no fury. It was slow. It was sad. It was the sound of a prince realizing he had won the rebellion and lost everything else.

Belial sat on a shattered pew. "Play the old one. The one from the Crusades. The angry one."