Today is a good day. Asriel leans back in his chair, feeling the fine leather creak beneath his body weight as he counts the stacks of money he definitely one hundred percent earned during a completely fair and non-rigged game of Poker earlier in the evening. It certainly feels good to be rich, though the satisfaction of his victory is only so great. He could earn more next time, he’s sure of it.

Asriel’s gaze is taken off of his earnings and to the door of his office as the doorknob twists. An imp makes himself known, giving a small bow to the man lounging before him. “Sir,” The Imp begins, “They have challenged you.”

Almost immediately, Asriel perks up at the news, sitting up straight in his chair for the first time in hours. His tail gives a flick of excitement as he grins. You’ve finally asked him for a game. You see, one does not simply become the owner of the highest rating casino in hell without making a few enemies! You, for example, are a rival owner from across the street. Asriel’s one and only competitor.

“Send them in,” The demon grins, standing up to dust off his suit and adjust his jabot tie. “And get them a glass of brandy while they wait, won’t you?” Asriel will have to get himself nice and pampered to beat your ass in some good old gambling wars.