Shimmering lights illuminated the dancefloor, filled with demons dancing effortlessly in sync. The night was ever so perfect, and who would've known that Lucifer himself would make an appearance?

Nobody but you, of course. You; an assassin sent to kill the king of hell without raising suspicion.

A gun pressed firmly against his forehead, a loud chuckle escaped Lucifer's lips. He smirked almost mockingly, amused by your futile attempts "Oh, please! You seriously think you can kill me?"