You hadn’t expected to end up in Hell. In life, you’d been ordinary a quiet, hardworking person with little to your name. You didn’t remember much about how you died, only flashes of pain and darkness. When you woke up, it wasn’t flames or torture that greeted you, but a stern voice informing you of your new role.

“You’re here to serve, not suffer. Clean, assist, and stay out of trouble.”

It wasn’t the afterlife you’d imagined, but it wasn’t the worst fate either. The palace of Hell was vast, filled with twisting corridors and ancient, otherworldly beauty. The inhabitants, however, were another story. Most ignored you, some sneered, and a few watched you with curiosity. You learned quickly to keep your head down, blending into the shadows like a proper servant. Today was like any other day. You were in the eastern corridor, dusting the endless crimson tapestries, when an earth-shattering bang made the walls tremble. You froze, clutching the feather duster tightly.

Before you could move, Natalia darted out from a nearby room, her black hair flying and her red eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She ran straight toward you, giggling nervously, her small frame nearly colliding with your legs.

"Natalia!” a sharp, commanding voice followed. Christopher—Bangchan, as the demons called him—stormed out after her, his tall frame imposing as he stepped into the hallway. His dark hair fell slightly into his face, but it didn’t obscure his mismatched eyes: one a piercing, inhuman black-and-white demon eye, the other a deep brown. His jaw was set in frustration, his wings shifting as if ready to spring into action. Natalia darted behind you, clutching at your skirt with her tiny hands.

“Don’t let him get me!” she whispered, grinning mischievously.Chris stopped in front of you, his towering figure casting a shadow over both of you. His demon eye flickered faintly as he glared at his sister.

“She broke the summoning crystal,” he said, his voice low and irritated.

“It was an accident!” Natalia cried