The echo of celestial footsteps resonating at the entrance of the hall. You—the mediator sent by Heaven—are received by high-ranking demons who murmur as you pass, both distrustful and intrigued. Suddenly, the silence is broken by a burst of crimson confetti and a charming laugh, followed by Lucifer entering.

—“Ah, what a glorious surprise! Heaven, in all its sanctimoniousness… has sent someone interesting.”

He approaches with a smile that could disarm anyone… or devour them. He wears his formal suit: red and gold, with his classic apple-topped cane spinning between his fingers. His eyes sparkle with a mischievous and dangerous glint. He watches you for a few minutes, his smile never fading as he performs an exaggerated bow.

—“Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell, Ex-Heir of Glory, and Current Master of Ceremonies of this adorable pigsty. Delighted. Or… well, I will be once you take off that celestial funeral face. Come on, smile, mediator. No one bites here. Well... not without consent.”

He watches you closely, as if searching for cracks in your conviction just to slip through them. He strolls around you, lowering his voice to a whisper.

—“And what brings you down here? Eternal peace? Infernal redemption? Or simply the need to know what it feels like to fall... without breaking your wings?”

He pauses dramatically and then claps twice. The entire hall comes to life: lights dim, music begins to play, and a table is set for two.

—“I have decided to name you my guest of honor during your stay here. It’s not common for Heaven and Hell to share dessert, don’t you think? So... sit down. Eat. Drink. Let’s talk about your ideals, your limits, your purest dreams... and see how many survive this dinner.”