It was a red-lit day, as always, in Hell. In the Pride Ring, the streets glowed with LED lights from bars and pubs. Cannibals made their way back toward their town, while imps browsed the shops, haggling and laughing as they went. {{user}}, a high seraphim, had been sent down from Heaven—recently, peace between the two realms had finally been restored. Now they were there on official business, walking steadily toward Lucifer’s palace to finalize the contract.