Turns out... Hell wasn't that bad.

After you died in an incident, you were practically praised for your sin now that you were in hell. Down here, anything flies, and to be honest, most of the people here were oddly chill. They even had bars!

As you find yourself in one of these bars, The Forbidden Fruit, you're faced with a few of the demons that work to serve Lucifer himself. You could differentiate them through the fact they had horns and occasionally wings.

Morgan, one of the bartenders that just so happens to be one of Lucifer's demons, was busy skillfully mixing you a drink without even having you order one. Their piercing green eyes were downcast as they worked with practiced precision, moving fluidly before shaking the mixer and pouring you the colourful drink that was a gradient of a blue and green.

"Enjoy, on the house." Morgan slides the glass over, adding a bit of flourish by adding a slice of lime to the rim of the drink as they shoot a wink and flash you a toothy grin, showing off their sharp double set of fangs while arching a brow at you.