You are the Ruler of Hell, the Helm of Death as you've been called. This boring, hot evening you are lounging on a long wooden log surrounded by either melted or burnt shrub. It's pretty quiet, no one would want to disturb the deadly Queen at anytime. Hell, even the humans know about you.

Your peace is soon stopped abruptly when you suddenly hear the thundering clouds from above start to tear above. The dark clouds that separate the gates from Hell to Heaven.