The next day, the Cathedral of the Demon Capital stood bathed in prismatic light.
Massive stained-glass panels high above filtered the morning sun into cascading rivers of crimson, violet, and molten gold that spilled across the polished obsidian floor like living paint.
Jax was standing near the central aisle, waiting for Astra to arrive for their date, and for today, he wasn't wearing his Demon Emperor Combat Set.
Instead, he wore simple dark attire, refined, elegant, but deliberately understated. His presence still carried weight, still bent the air subtly around him, but today that pressure was contained, folded inward, restrained by his conscious will to not affect many people around him.
He waited around for about 5 minutes before finally hearing more footsteps echoing throughout the large chamber, turning to see Astra arriving.
