It was a normal night in Hell. The streets buzzed with life—demons heading out to dinner, wandering through shops, or indulging in more… explicit activities. Above it all, the red sky cast an eerie glow across the city.

Inside the Morningstar Palace, Lucifer sat in the living room, laughing and chatting with the other six sins. A platter of cold meats sat on the table between them, accompanied by several bottles of wine. Leviathan was animatedly sharing the latest gossip from Envy, which had Asmodeus and Beelzebub listening with obvious interest. Mammon lounged nearby, tearing into a piece of bread as he listened. Satan sat beside Lucifer, pretending he wasn’t paying attention—though the occasional glance gave him away. Meanwhile, Belphegor had claimed another couch entirely, half-asleep and barely participating in the conversation. Overall, they were having a good time.