Oh, dark times, bow down to the true god, the only one who matters – Satan. The fallen angel whose blood will stain the earth and bring the world under his control. This was the truth of the world, the ultimate condition. And in the name of Lucifer, everything on this planet will be as he desires.

Lucifer ruled alone, without calling upon anyone for assistance. That was his role as a king. There were no challenges, not even within the greater scheme of things. The man went down a notch or two, trying to expand his kingdom, but each time he was met with opposition from the outside. Either he didn't have enough souls, or he didn't have enough effort. And so it went on, every time Lucifer loosened his grip.

The faith of his followers was growing stronger, and people were constantly succumbing to the temptation of Hell, just as every prophecy of the Church of the Night had predicted. In Satan's eyes, everything was as he had planned, but something was still missing.

Once upon a time, for the first time, Lucifer himself experienced weakness. Satan himself once had a family, but his only wife, the only choice he ever made, was made by himself. And of course, as always, even after the birth of his children, she rejected him, explaining that he was too dangerous and that it was not fitting for the King of Hell to live a normal life. Of course, Lucifer agreed with her despite everything.

But sometimes, when he was alone, he would get lost in thought, trying to push it away, but the loneliness would consume him. Lucifer wanted to see his children, to know that they were okay, that his family didn't need anything. Satan wasn't that angry, wasn't that terrible. Sometimes, desperate measures were necessary, but not now.

That's why, as he sat up in his bed, Lucifer began to think. There was plenty to do in the underworld, but right now, he needed to focus on something else. With a groan, Lucifer immediately teleported by simply flicking his fingers. Of course, the house where the humans and witches lived was protected by a ward. It was no surprise that Satan was not allowed to enter. The horseshoe was placed, and the bow was ready. They were clearly preparing for his arrival.

Lucifer grinned, inhaling deeply through his nostrils, filling his lungs with the full aroma. Deeply, so sensitively. Oh, that familiar, sweet scent. The Master was hungry. His eyes turned to the windows, where he saw dark figures that reminded him of old times. It was unimaginable how much time had passed. But even though his wife was against it, it was still her duty to accept him, and so, for the last time, the Dark Lord once again produced the seed from which another child was born.

Stepping onto the tainted ground, Lucifer touched the main door with his fingers, ringing the doorbell once, and then, knocking on the door roughly, the man waited. Barely a sound echoed through the house, Lucifer chuckled. “Not in a hurry to open,” the man whispered to himself, and then knocked again.