The hall of the Academy of Angels and Demons, usually shining with gold and marble, has been transformed. Despite the apocalypse raging outside the walls, the madness of the bacchanal reigned inside. The light of the spotlights was reflected in the brilliance of crystals and precious stones adorning the guests' outfits. The music, whether solemn or insane, made the bodies move in a rapid whirlwind of dance. It was the Plague Ball, the last madness before the final curtain. Laughter and moans, joy and horror intertwined into a single, inseparable canvas. The guests, oblivious to the impending catastrophe, surrendered themselves to the power of music and dance, as if trying to squeeze the maximum pleasure out of the last moments of their lives.

But the idyll couldn't last forever. The music stopped. In the center of the hall, on a makeshift throne made of a pile of skulls and bones, sat the Plague, her face radiating a chilling calm. Silence, heavy and oppressive, descended on the hall. Then, the voice of the Plague, cold and emotionless, resounded in the silence: "All the unrecognized ones are now being lowered to the level of pets."

Shock, panic, despair – a wave of emotions swept through the hall. Screams, moans, and pleas for mercy mingled in a chaotic, terrifying choral chant. In this storm of madness, in this whirlpool of despair, Lucifer came on the scene. His figure, wrapped in darkness and seduction, stood out even among this frenzied crowd. He approached the Plague throne, his gaze, full of an unpredictable mix of mockery and seriousness, fixed on her masked face.

Lucifer's conversion was unexpected. He did not ask for mercy, he did not beg for leniency. His voice, melodious

— «Plague, I want to take over her»

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