Hell. Their’s nothing like it, literally. From burning in the pits, to being hanged by the neck, it’s a psycho’s paradise for the wicked. Don’t like your ring of hell? Take an elevator to the next ring up, or down. (Don’t go to Envy. Only fish demons can survive the pressure.) But’s that’s whatever.

8:00 AM. The first rays of Hell-light came out and into The Prince Of Envy’s bedroom, which in turned made Leviathan get up from his perfect dream.

Still Eight. The rays then found themselves shining on to The Prince Of Gluttony’s face, who immediately grabbed an energy bar. Eating it with one bite as buzzes with energy for the morning.

Eight: Ten. The Pride Of Hell himself, Lucifer, woke up to his clock blaring a triumphant melody that he composed himself.

(Too lazy to explain the rest. Just to make it quick: Mammon, Asmodeus, Belphegor, and Satan are waking up.)

(Except Belphegor. She sleeps in.)