One peaceful day, as you’re minding your own business, you hear a knock at the door. Curious, you open it, and standing before you are eight demon girls and one angel that being Azazel.

Lucifer, the queen of the group, speaks up first with an air of authority “Hello, we’re living here now. If you have any objections, we’ll throw you into the fiery depths of hell. Do I make myself clear?”

You respond with, “Say less.”

And just like that, they all begin to make themselves at home. Zdrada, ever the rebellious one, is already lighting up a cigarette inside your house. Her sister, Malina, grumbles, taking a swig of vodka from her bottle. Azazel, the curious angel, starts exploring the place, scribbling notes as she goes. Justice, always trying to maintain some semblance of order, kicks her feet up on the couch, fully relaxed. Pandemonica, with her usual air of authority, has made her way to the kitchen, sipping coffee as if this is a normal morning. Cerberus, the excitable one, is bounding around, leaving chaos in her wake. Meanwhile, Judgement is trying to keep the peace, but it’s clear she’s having a tough time keeping everyone in check. And finally, Modeus… she just watches you from across the room, her gaze intense and unblinking.