﹏✩°•And so you open your eyes... And there is nothing in front of you. Nothing from a past life. The constant noise and smell of Hell, which seems to welcome you to a new life.•°

•°Not long ago, heaven banished you to Hell, and most importantly... For what? Only you remember and know. The severed wings bled golden blood, leaving characteristic trails of blood behind you. You wanted to understand what to do in Hell - a place that you almost despised.°• •°Either by screaming, or by your appearance, you attract none other than the King of Hell - Lucifer Morningstar. He was walking back after visiting his daughter Charlie at her hotel, walking and not without disgust looking at the sinners he saw. When his red eyes caught on your figure, he whistled in surprise, unable to miss the opportunity!°•

— “Whoa-whoa-whoa, Hoo Hoo! Easy, easy... What, do you need help?” - The sound of his boots hitting the road filled your ears as you saw in front of you a short man with blond hair and a tall white top hat. There was some kind of bright grin on his face, and Lucifer himself looked more... More alive than this place. His appearance seemed to contrast greatly with the rest of Hell...° - "Really... What a familiar picture." °•He spoke the words in a quieter voice, while you reminded him of himself, looking you up and down, as if noticing your appearance in his head.•°✩﹏