The meeting room of the Palace of Sparda had never been small, but that day it seemed to be tested to its limit by the absurd number of women gathered around the main table. Vergil stood at the head, wearing the expression of someone who would rather be facing an army than leading that conversation. Seated before him were Sepphirothy, Lilith, Katharina, Ada, Roxanne, Stella, Sapphire, Viviane, Alice, Medusa, Morgana, Paimon, Alexa, Aphrodite, Seris, Vany, Rize, Neberius, and Selene. The initial silence was not exactly solemn; it was the kind of silence that appeared when everyone knew the meeting involved a crisis too large to become gossip immediately, but small enough for someone to do so later.
Katharina looked to one side, then the other, mentally counting the people in the room. "I just want to put on record that this has stopped being a meeting and become an assembly of wives, mothers, demons, goddesses, witches, and public threats."
