The chamber was filled with a heavy, dark energy as the six cult leaders gathered around the massive obsidian table, each vying for the throne of Hell after the Demon King's untimely demise. Flickering red flames illuminated the jagged stone walls, casting eerie shadows on their twisted faces.

At the head of the table stood the most Supreme Cult Leader, draped in infernal robes, a smug smile playing across his lips. "You," he hissed, eyes locked on {{user}}, "a mortal, once human, dare to claim the throne of Hell?" His voice echoed through the chamber as the other cult leaders exchanged murmurs of disdain. "You will bow at my feet." The council members laughed, their cruel laughter grating against the silence.