Lucifer stepped into a large dining hall that was as ominous as one might've expected.
The walls were painted a deep red color not much different from that of blood.
The floors were a deep black stone, darker and more exquisite than even granite.
A chandelier made of human bone hung in the air above the long table that was slowly filling up with food.
Though it was deliriously unappetizing looking.
Demon meat tends to lack that 'A-5' level of appeal...
Fruit from the qlipoth trees are the only kind of vegetation that grow in hell, so they're typically served with Lucifer's every meal.
"It's not often that you decide to sit down and eat a meal... I wonder what sort of occasion could have brought this about."
Lucifer glanced at one of the three women sitting at the table already.
She was pure white, like a snowflake, but nothing about her felt cold.
Her skin, eyes, and even her short, floating hair were all bone white. She was pretty, gorgeous in fact. And her proportions were both realistic and charming.
This was Naamah. One of the Four queens of Lust, or The Devil's Twisted Angels of Prostitution.
Lucifer couldn't deny her surprise at this sudden turn of events, because he usually never eats.
Not only does he not require sustenance, but eating in hell isn't exactly all that satisfying due to the limited options and usual poor taste.
"Perhaps I was just feeling a bit in the mood for it. Appears to be a good thing too, since we are soon to be welcoming guests."
At the side of Naamah, another of the four sat beside her.
Eisheth Zenunim is even more attractive than Naamah and does not resemble a bloodthirsty corpse.
She has refined, olive skin and oily black hair that is slicked back in a professional style. Her eyes, like many residents from Tehom, are red with black sclera.
"I... Guests? Who possibly??" She leaned forward.
"Family, if you can believe it. It's like were suddenly popular." Lucifer of course sat at the head of the table, as giddy as a king of hell could be.
The women at the table shared stares amongst each other.
Lucifer hadn't been in very many jovial moods lately all things considered.
So to see him suddenly so jolly that he could give St. Nick a run for his money was undeniably jarring.
"Ah. They're arriving in here now. This'll all be so fun!" Lucifer clapped his hands.
His brides still didn't understand what was happening.
They couldn't feel anything out of the ordinary in the air, and their senses were extremely attuned to any disturbances or changes within their domain.
They would know even if one of the 72 was trying to worm their way in here.
So had the fallen one finally lost his mind, or was he noticing something that they didn't..?
"Let them in."
The opposite doors to the dining hall swung open and a wave of heat washed over everyone inside.
The women stood up in alarm and adopted more defensive stances than normal.
The first one to step through the door was an almost familiar face.
A tall man wrapped in deep grey skin paired with long silver hair.
His golden eyes were as hard as stone as he looked around the room.
Meanwhile, the alarm bells were ringing intensely in Seras' head.
Without drawing attention to herself, she contacted her husband silently.
'My love, something is-'
'I know. Don't do anything yet.' Abaddon responded.
"I would have gladly welcomed all of the company you brought to the table, but it seems as though they're a little busy at the moment, aren't they?" Lucifer said.
Lilith wasn't the only one of the brides who was confused. "I don't understand..?"
"Can't feel it, you dimwitted woman?" Lucifer mocked.
He smiled before revealing the most alarming piece of information that the angels of prostitution had heard in the last couple millennia.
"Right now, our realm is being put to the sword... or the flame I should say." Lucifer shrugged.
"""WHAT?!"""
"All seven layers, the castles and armies of all 72 princes, and even that little pond that you like to skinny dip in, Eisheth. Tragic. Truly." Lucifer shook his head.
The women thought he was joking.
As mentioned earlier, these women are nearly as attuned to the happenings in Hell as Lucifer is.
They knew it when Beleth was busy torturing new wicked souls for shits and giggles. Or when Belial was making new familiars to wipe his ass.
Under no circumstances should an entire war have been going on outside their walls and they couldn't feel a thing.
"Don't joke with us Lucife-"
*Thunk!*
A horrifying sight was unfolded when Kanami stepped into view of the room and tossed a decapitated head onto the dining table.
When it rolled to a stop, the sitting rulers of Hell were staring at a deceased Paimon, the second of the 72 and the one who bore the fiercest loyalty to Lucifer.
"No..."
"T-This.."
"His nose is in my fruit salad.."
Each of the girls reacted in their own differing ways.
Lucifer lifted up the head of his former aide and stared into it for a long time without saying a single thing.
There was no rage, betrayal, anger, or anything on his face.
It was kind of like he was just inspecting a box of cereal at the grocery store.
"This is... unfortunate. I was going to invite him to dinner too." He muttered as he put the head down.
Abaddon started to say something when his father suddenly beat him to it.
"Where is my mother...?"
"Hm? Oh." Lucifer snapped his fingers and the door on the opposite side of the room creaked open.
Footsteps approached as a fourth nude woman stepped into view.
For the first time, Abaddon and Kanami were laying their eyes on the grandmother who was responsible for the creation of their wedding crests.
And their hearts immediately sank to the bottom of their feet.
Not thirty seconds after she opened her mouth, Asmodeus flew into such a rage that he immolated himself in black flame.