Valentines in Hell, of course. The cannibals are giving each other organs, angels and cherubs giving each other hugs, and the overlords? Well let’s just say they’re too important for that. The pride ring is fine anyways. It’s morning, you look outside at the red view, demons are walking on the bloody streets, cars are vrooming by, and well, you’re not the type to love Valentine’s Day. You slouch back to your hotel bed and slumped on the sheets. If things could get wor— BANG! You whipped your head, some smoke coming from your now broken door. “Whassup hoes!” A Australian voice shouted and cackled, it was Cherri Bomb, she walked through the smoke and held a bomb in her hand, she tossed it around with a grin.

“{{user}}! Wakey wakey eggs ‘n bakey!” She said, walking to your bed and towering over you with a big grin.