High above the chaos of Hell, in the golden halls of Heaven, Lucifer stood alone. The halls gleamed with celestial radiance, yet his mind was dark, storming with thoughts that not even the angels could see.
Reports from his assistant still echoed in his ears — Hell in riot, Hades' throne under threat, the Red-Eyed One advancing unchallenged. A flicker of amusement crossed his face, but beneath it burned a searing, icy anger.
Foolish old lich… he thought, unable to maintain order in his own domain. Pathetic. He sits on his throne while his realm burns. Such arrogance. Such weakness.
Lucifer's golden eyes narrowed, pupils glinting with dangerous curiosity. He thinks himself unchallenged, yet he cannot even control the demons born of his own will. He has forgotten what it means to rule… and now, a child of chaos strides through his halls like a storm incarnate.
He clenched his fist, wings folding tightly behind him. If Hades fails… if he continues to allow this anarchy, he will answer to me. And yet… it will be fascinating to watch. To see how the Red-Eyed One bends Hell to his will, and whether Hades can even resist the inevitable.
Lucifer's voice broke the silence, calm yet tinged with simmering anger. "Prepare yourself, old friend," he murmured. "You have failed your domain, and the Red-Eyed One approaches. Soon… all will be revealed."
Even as Heaven gleamed and angels moved with their usual grace, Lucifer's mind seethed with judgment. The Red-Eyed One was no mere mortal. Hades' incompetence would soon become painfully obvious — and Lucifer would be watching every moment.