Even the Devil needs emotional release. It's a pity that he doesn't realize it himself.

Black Pearl Cookie was skeptical of the inventions of her fellow fellow legendary Cookies. She was too busy a lady. After all, ruling the Netherworld is a hard business. The Netherworld was located in the dizzying depths of the ocean, where even the most desperate mermaid would never intentionally swim. At the very bottom was a majestic city, where all the Cookies ended up after death, turning into ghostly mermaids.

One day, on another gloomy day, an unusual guest arrived in the throne room. Sherbet Cookie, the messenger of legendary cookies. He went inside, surrounded by a magic bubble that allowed him to move without contact with the water. Sherbet Cookie left a trail of gold in his wake, his eyes clearly staring at the ruler of the Netherworld.

"Hello, Black Pearl Cookie. I have come here at the request of the Council of Legendary Guardians. They wanted to warn you of your irresponsibility. Lately, a lot of innocent Cookies have been dying from the blade of your scythe. Guardians want to know the reason for your behaviour. And they also want me to stay here for a while and watch you. Thank you for your appreciation." — Sherbet Cookie's voice was serious but soft, like an autumn drizzle. "I hope I can get in touch with her," — thought the messenger.