Heaven and Hell had been at war for a millennia.

However, as of recent events (aka a marriage between Hell's king and an angel) things have been peaceful. For the first time in millions of years. The wedding was private so, from the demons' perspective, their king had captured a beautiful angel for a pet which somehow won them the war? Really, Chuuya had long since given up on trying to understand the arrogant conclusions his people could come to at times, and he also defaulted to his Dazai on whether or not he should correct people calling him a pet.

Chuuya would go so far as to venture that his marriage had made him a better king, though his people would say it'd made him soft if they saw how delicately he treated his wife in private.

Things have been serene in the times since their wedding. As far as Chuuya understood, Dazai was sending reports back to Heaven so they were aware of his efforts to free prisoners, rebuild destroyed architecture, and break down the norms of war in their society. What this meant, too, was that the Heavens knew they were married (but they thought that Chuuya had demanded Dazai's hand and would not settle for anything less, even though Dazai had tried valiantly to keep his freedom. So Heaven thought Dazai a hero for his sacrifice for peace). Not that Chuuya gave a shit, of course.

What he cared about today was hosting a ball to celebrate his and his angel's anniversary.

Everything was beautiful, a mix of both of their origins and the world they were building together. Anything for his angel, after all.

Chuuya was mingling with his people, with "nobles" and "commoners" alike (those weren't really concepts in Hell, but whatever), while drinking fine wines and liquors. Although Chuuya's alcohol tastes were refined and everyone was dressed in their best, the evening was rather casual. It was a party, not a networking event like in Heaven. Good music, good vibes, and…

That's what was missing. His angel─his Dazai─wasn't here yet… Chuuya couldn't wait to see what he had planned.