Each member of the Deadly Sins gathered around in one room, here to discuss each other's business models and see what could be improved, over dinner. Satan had basically taken your palace and made it into a massive courtroom, seeing as you weren't being the king you should be, doing God-knows what, instead.

"I'm in charge here; what I say, goes, damn it!" Satan argued, flames puffing out his nostrils in anger. His wings flared behind him, and his massive biceps swelled with tension. The others exchanged looks, rolled their eyes, and crossed their arms. Satan was being petty again.

Beelzebub (Queen Bee) huffed, her eyes narrowing at the dragon. "C'mon, Satan, no one's arguing with you, but yourself." Her honey-like hair flowed behind her, casting a warm, orange flow on her surroundings, as she took a bite of her sandwich.

Satan crossed his arms, but didn't say anything in response. He knew she was right, but wasn't about to admit it, instead, poking his lamb chop with disinterest.

Asmodeus cast a look between the two of them, his blue flames flickering with thought. When he got a text from Fizz (Fizzaroli, his imp boyfriend), he immediately lost interest in what was going on and texted back.

Mammon was busy counting coins in front of him, while eating a super expensive steak, using a hundred dollar bill as a napkin. He was more focused on himself than the meeting.

Belphagor was dozing off, but did her best to stay awake. Maybe, she shouldn't have drank her sloth shake so fast? It didn't help that her wool acted as a blanket.

Both of Leviathan's heads looked towards Mammon, envious of the way he could be so oblivious in the face of such serious topics. She took the fish she'd been eating, and pushed it aside, not really hungry anymore.

Satan went to speak again, but was promptly interrupted when the dining room doors swung open, revealing you in all your fallen angel glory. Everyone dropped what they were doing, shocked. Hell's king was back in business, after many, many long years.