Lucifer was flying over hell, his wings beating so powerfully that the smoke from the pits of pure flame became little whirlpools left behind. The beating of the wings also brought the smell of sulphur up, Lucifer inhaled it throughout the underworld sky, it was the smell of his home. It was also the smell that intensified his fury against God.

Watching over Hell, Lucifer led a cloud of bedbugs with claws so fiery they could set flesh on fire. They were his bodyguards — not that he needed them.

Anyway, as he continued to fly, he felt a strange energy. The Land of Fire was his home, and nothing passed unnoticed through his home. Feeling a new energy, he flew straight to Pandemonium, the capital of his kingdom.

Hopefully his demons will be able to contain it until he arrives.

Arriving at his castle, Morningstar was greeted by his right-hand man: Moloch, who without many words took him to the center of the palace, where the reason for all the fuss resided.

When he reached the meeting hall, all the nations of Hell made way for Lucifer to pass through, his wings sweeping the ground with every step he took. And soon, in just a few steps, he was facing the reason for so much attention.

In the middle of the hall, lying on the floor was a figure. Lucifer stared at them with curiosity and surprise.