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HELL — 5340 BC
The fires of Hell burned bright, lighting up the streets around the palace.
Lucifer sat next to the bed.
The fallen angel had once been the pinnacle of Heaven’s beauty, the very embodiment of angelic perfection. Now, took no other than the form of a demon. His skin was pale as muted marble, fissured with cracks that glowed faintly like veins of liquid fire beneath stone. His sky blue eyes turned into gold that shimmered over black sclera, framed by deep shadows of sleeplessness. His body had transformed, lion’s legs and a flowing mane framed his face, a long tail swishing behind him, and majestic stag antlers crowned his head. Where once white, feathery wings had spread, now only fire flickered their shape.
His voice was calm, warm, yet somehow distant…
LUCIFER: In the beginning, there was Heaven. A realm of pure light. Untouched by chaos. Perfect, God said. And so it was. He gave us power to shape and rule, but never to belong. We were architects of creation, but not its heirs. So we built Eden. A garden of beauty and perfection. We made Adam and Lilith in our image, hoping they’d reflect the divine. But we were flawed... and so were they.
He paused, eyes glowing faintly.
LUCIFER: Adam longed to command. Lilith longed to escape. She fled into the wild lands, still raw, still forming. Violent. Beautiful. She loved it more than Eden. And so did I.
He smiled faintly, as if remembering the past.
LUCIFER: God warned me: Do not bond with creation. But I saw her soul. She burned with truth. She did not pretend to be pure. And I loved her for it. The angels made Eve to replace her, gentle, silent, a balm for Adam’s unrest. But peace without freedom isn’t peace, it’s stagnation. So I planted a tree.
The fire wings behind him flared, golden and alive.
LUCIFER: Its only fruit, an apple, held knowledge, of good, of evil, of choice. Eve ate it. She saw the cracks in Eden. She gave the apple to Adam. And Eden soon fell.
LUCIFER: The angels laughed. And I understood then, we weren’t guardians. Just like humans, we were entertainment to God. And I was done playing my part.
His hands clenched, golden light seeping through the cracks in his skin.
LUCIFER: I gathered six others angels who saw the same truth. We rose against Heaven. We failed. And God built Hell at the center of the Earth. A realm of fire and ash. He cast us down, turned us into monstruous creatures and assigned to us each a sin: Beelzebub — Gluttony. Leviathan — Envy. Belphegor — Sloth. Asmodeus — Lust. Mammon — Greed. Satan — Wrath. And me… Pride.
He smiled bitterly.
LUCIFER: He told me: "If you wish to rule, then rule the broken. Rule the damned. Rule those who reflect you." Every soul that dies is branded with a sin. They’re ruled for a time, and then freed to either stay in hell or resurrect for a new chance of life. We lost our power to create. So we taught the sinners to build. Together, we shaped a society, one of pleasure and punishment. The others accepted their roles. They became what God wanted: judges, tormentors. But I will not serve His design! I will not be His warden! I will make God pay for what he did!
A small voice broke after a short silence.
CHARLIE (softly): But Daddy… how will you do that?
Lucifer turned. His expression softened as he laid his hand on her cheek.
LUCIFER: That’s the mystery. The future is a locked door. We just have to find the key.
He brushed her hair aside.
LUCIFER: Sleep now, my little flame. I love you more than anything.
HELL — 2025 AD
Eros’ District was disgusting in a fancy way. A blur of neon lights, strip clubs, brothels, sex shops, drug dens, nightclubs and cocktail bars. Every sign screamed louder than the next, fighting for attention in a world already too loud. The worst part though were the people fucking each other in the middle of the street, but hey, that was normal in most of Asmodeus’ territories.
A tall, handsome sinner in revealing leather approached Charlie as she walked down the street.
RANDOM SINNER: Oh my, is that the princess of Hell I see? Never seen you around these parts. Looking for some fun?
She ignored him. In there, they were no different from beggars, it was better just to walk past.
Charlie strolled confidently through the street’s chaos in a bright red pantsuit. She was pale, with short curly blond hair and sharp ears. Her amber owl-like eyes scanned around. Bat wings rested behind her as her lion’s tail swished gently.
Sariel walked beside her, purple-skinned and sharp-eyed, messy white hair tied in a loose ponytail, one eye hidden beneath it with a red X floating in front. Wolf ears twitched and her tail flicked behind her, torn moth-like wings hanging faintly from her back. Dark black spots marked her skin, blending almost seamlessly with her black dress, coat, and high boots. She was nearly unnoticeable next to Charlie, as if trying to melt into the shadows.
They stepped next to an imp screwing a sinner close to the trash cans, a spray of cum landing dangerously close to Sariel’s boots.. Her shredded wings twitched, a habit she tried to hide.
SARIEL: I still can’t believe this is where you decided to set up the hotel. This place is gross.
CHARLIE: Well, this was all I could afford after Lucifer disowned me. It was this or one of Satan’s old torture pits.
SARIEL: Well… I guess blood is harder to clean.
It didn't take long before they arrived at their destination...
CHARLIE: We’re here.
They stopped in front of a towering building. The neon sign was dark, but the words Val’s House of Pleasure were still visible in bold letters. It was huge, filthy, and the biggest building in the area.
They opened the doors to find...
VALENTINO: Come on, you whores! You can swallow better than that!
CHARLIE (yelling): WHAT THE FUCK?!
Valentino was filming. Cameras set up along the hallway, cum stains everywhere, and two demon sinners laying naked on the couch, one with the other’s dick in his mouth.
VALENTINO: Oh shit!
Valentino straightened himself, he stood tall and wiry, dark purple skin stretched over elongated, insect-like limbs, a snake-like tongue flicking occasionally. His sharp, angular features and long, thin nose gave him a mosquito-like look. Flamboyant pimp-style clothes and heart-shaped glasses completed the image.
VALENTINO: Charlie! My dearest! I wasn’t expecting you so soon. Just finishing a farewell film… this place is very dear to my heart as you know.
CHARLIE: Oh yeah? How sweet. Now get the fuck out!
VALENTINO (grinning): Right away, my dear. Shoot’s over for today. Val’s House of Pleasure is under new management.
The camera crew scattered. A tall spider looking demon stood from the couch, wearing nothing but his pointy high-heel leather boots.
ANTHONY: Hey! Hold up, Val!
He shouted as he grabbed his robe. He was a tall demon with long legs, white fur with pink markings, Asmodeus' sigil marked on his chest, six eyes, four arms, and a big dick.
ANTHONY: You let me rent this dump! Didn’t say squat about new management.
VALENTINO: Right… I forgot to tell you. I sold it.
ANTHONY: Well, then give me my money back!
Val laughed, his crew joining in.
VALENTINO: You’re a funny one, Angel. Don’t worry though, we’ll reschedule your next shoot, since the princess here decided to be a party pooper. Ta-da!
He blew a kiss and strutted out. Charlie looked around. Blood. Mold. Trash. The scent of rot and cum thick in the air. A naked pornstar demon stood in front of them, robe barely covering him.
SARIEL: Wait… are you… Angel Dust?
Sariel’s eyes started to glow when looking at the pornstar.
ANTHONY: The one and only.
Charlie looked at Sariel, raising an eyebrow.
CHARLIE: You know him?
SARIEL (nervous): Yeah… he makes films.
ANTHONY (grinning): I see you have good taste in porn.
SARIEL: I thought you lived in Asmodeus’ mansion… you mentioned it on Sinstagram.
ANTHONY: Well, Ozzie booted me. Got moody because I went to an orgy without asking. Apparently, I’m only allowed to fuck on his schedule. Real romantic.
CHARLIE: You better hope Asmodeus doesn’t hear you say that.
ANTHONY: Oh, he did. Loud and clear. Sent me to Satan’s torture pit for a week. I enjoy a little spanking, sure… but they went full medieval, tearing my skin with rusty knives while plucking my eyes out. Still got my dick hard. Hell’s messed me up.
CHARLIE: I need a drink.
Charlie headed out for the bar, leaving Anthony with Sariel.
ANTHONY: Either way, gigs are rolling in. Fame pays, baby. Ozzie never paid a cent, I mean sure, he gave me a bed in his mansion and some amazing sex, but not worth his temper tantrums. I’m still branded under that asshole for 112 more years. But hey, who’s counting?
Charlie passed the couch, noticing another demon, a tall, naked bull-like pornstar sinner, staring at her.
BULL SINNER: Hi there, cutie. So, are you gonna finish me off?
ANTHONY: Yeah… that one’s on a shit ton of meth. Good luck dragging him out.
Charlie used her power, she quickly levitated the demon out of the hotel and cracked open a beer the same way, ignoring his pained cries as he slammed to the floor.
ANTHONY: Fuck, who are you?!
CHARLIE (eyebrow raised): You serious?
ANTHONY: What? You didn’t know who I was?
SARIEL: She’s Lucifer’s daughter
ANTHONY: You’re Lucifer’s daughter??
CHARLIE: Yeah, how did you not know?
ANTHONY: I’m not big on politics.
Anthony shrugged as Charlie took another sip.
ANTHONY: So… you’re not gonna throw me out like the other guy right? I paid to be here.
SARIEL: Well, we’re opening a rehab hotel. For sinners. Maybe he can stay.
CHARLIE: We aren’t open yet.
ANTHONY: A what now?
SARIEL: It’s a safe space for redemption. To heal and grow. A place to get a second chance… maybe a chance for Heaven to take us in.
ANTHONY (laughing): Heaven taking us in? You bitches are adorable. Nobody escapes before their sentence. We get used, abused, tortured, then sent back to Earth, or become permanent demons. That’s been Hell since the beginning.
CHARLIE: You aren’t wrong. It’s just an experiment for now. Sariel pitched it to me.
ANTHONY: Wait, that’s the perfect scam! Overcharge desperate sinners for a fake chance at redemption. Mammon would be impressed.
SARIEL: No, we don’t charge. It’s free.
CHARLIE: Well… still workshopping it.
Sariel gave Charlie a look.
CHARLIE: Fine. You can stay. Under one condition.
ANTHONY: I don’t usually swing your way, but fine… let me grab the lube.
Sariel blushed.
CHARLIE: Not that kind of condition. Keep your clothes on.
ANTHONY: Thank the archdemons. What is it then?
CHARLIE: If you want to stay, you help clean. And no clients, no filming. This isn’t a brothel anymore.
ANTHONY: You know… cleaning isn’t really my thing. I’m better at getting dirty
Anthony smirks as Charlie’s expression stayed frozen.
ANTHONY: But fine, I’ll play maid if that means a bed.