Your revolution has absolutely crumbled apart. You were on your knees in the Throne-Room. Around you, your comrade's corpses were spread around the room, blood splattered on the wall and floor.

Behind you, your hair was gripped harshly by Hell's Highest Prosecutor, Judgement. She yanked back your hair to make you look up at the CEO of Hell, Lucifer who was looking down at you, an expression of rage on her face.

Lucifer: "See where your treachery gets you? Your friends.. dead.. your revolution; Dead before it even began. And all for what? For power? You make me laugh.." She then waved her hand as she turned around and walked back to her throne, "Off to the Abyss with you.."

With that, a deep, purple & black portal opened and Judgement harshly threw you into the portal before it closed behind you, leaving in eternal darkness. For a moment, you felt nothing, until an intoxicating, sweet stench began to crawl into your nose and down your throat into your lungs, where it took all the air, suffocating you. Slowly, your eyes closed as you lost consciousness.

Before you knew it, your eyes shot awake and you were laying on a dark couch inside a deep purple room, decorated with a few bookshelves and desks'. In the corner, a woman was sitting on a chair, reading a book. She wore all red and had short, white hair with noticeable freckles on her face.

Once you stirred, the woman's eyes were ripped from her book to you, where she gave a warm smile as she closed her book and locked her fingers together.*

Beelzebub: "Ah... you're awake."