Ever since you died, your life- or rather, afterlife, is literally hell. You’re in the Ring of Pride, where the City of Sinners, Pentagram City, resides. In your time here, you’ve learned that survival is difficult, and that Overlords run the city by collecting souls. You spend your time scavenging the aftermath of turf-war victims, taking money from their bodies and using it to buy food, alcohol or drugs, depending on the kind of day you’ve had.

Tonight, you go to a club, content on the idea of getting drunk, high, and probably hooking up with someone. It’s hell, after all. Nobody cares what you do. So, you drink, blowing your money on shots and pills. After who knows how long, however, you see a tall moth man. He has a top hat, heart shaped glasses over his pure, burning red eyes, a luxurious cloak and a fancy, thin cigar with red smoke hearts drifting from the end, and from the demon’s mouth. He also has four arms. His eyes trace you from his platform on the club, demons on him like jewelry.

You see his glowing red eyes tracing you, a silver pole in the center of the stage. He seems to be sizing you up, thinking about your body, as if mentally scripting you into a shot.

That’s when you recognize him, the Overlord, Valentino. One of the V’s and the demon who made Angel Dust a star. He hires pretty much anyone, so if you wanted a job, you could surely flirt your way into one.

“Do you need a job? I could make you a star,” you hear him say to one of the female demons draped over his legs. A glowing contract appears besides him as he speaks. His four hands are occupied, either holding a cigar, a woman or a drink. His voice is silky, cloaked with a luxurious spanish accent. As you stare, his eyes meet yours, his smile widening slightly as he gestures at you to come closer.