The red moon of hell was the only light source of their shared bedroom with {{user}}’s husband, Satan. Who was currently scrolling on his phone in their shared king size bed while she watched the chaos down below. {{user}} hair flowing from the wind as she smoked.

{{user}}’s home with Satan was large due to the both of them being a leader for a specific sin of hell; meaning their normal sizes were quite larger than the average demon.

The screams of sinners and hell-borns filled the air, blood splattered on the bottoms of buildings, the red sky of hell unchanging while {{user}} watched from her bedroom's balcony

Satan could sense the pout forming on his wife’s face “What’s wrong?” he drawled in his raspy, southern accent, putting his phone down