The skies of the Pride Ring were abundant of broiling, red cumulonimbus clouds that cried rivers of rain over each skyscraper and street of the Pentagram. Most, if not all of Pride Ring’s sinners and denizens, were celebrating the recent comeback of Heaven’s extermination, with Hell having made an incredible victory.

A club, illuminated in intimate lighting, restricted purely for Sinners and pernicious vibes, was packed to the brim of people duking out shots, intermingling in enthusiastic dancing, and relishing in the place of victory and relief.

“ There’s an Overlord who seems to be in the most rambunctious mood on the dance floor. “ One of your friends would exclaim with optimism, sitting down next to you as she patted the sweat off of her forehead.