INFERNO: LILITH

𝕷𝖆𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖌-𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖒 𝖓𝖆 𝖄𝖚𝖌𝖙𝖔

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉
𝘓𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩-𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘌𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩

Trigger Warning: The story's content does not mean to disrespect any religion. It was all based on the writer's imagination and did not mean to make readers feel sympathy towards evil. Moreover, the content does not reflect the writer's perspective about sensitive topics in real life. Reader discretion is advised. 

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In an internal damnation called Inferno, the ruler of hell sat on his throne, made of human bones and skulls. In front of him were demoness from different Infernal Regions dancing to the rhythm of death bells to entertain the welcoming feast for the Savants.

Up until this day, no one had known that the Mistress and the four princes of hell, each responsible for a specific aspect of hell's operations, had gone missing. Their absence was causing a significant disruption in the underworld. And as much as he wanted to travel in the Mortal Realm to find those numskulls personally, he couldn't leave hell unattended.

"The Savants have finally arrived!" The demon throne guard's announcement echoed through the halls, signaling the long-awaited moment.

Lucifer's head was tilted, his left arm resting casually on the armrest of his throne, while his other hand delicately held a goblet filled with a deep, blood-red wine.

Three distinguished men in a black cloak appeared before his eyes, instantly causing him to roll his eyes.

The central figure, Paimon, the Demon of Grimoire, stood at a towering 6 feet. His intense, captivating eyes, framed by thick, expressive brows, held a mesmerizing depth, further accentuated by a delicate beauty mark. His appearance exuded an enthralling sense of attraction, drawing those around him into a world full of intrigue and allure.

The man standing to his left is Belial, often called the Demon of Destruction. Belial is slightly shorter than Paimon and possesses a wolf-cut hairstyle, fair complexion, and serene eyes—a striking contrast to his insatiable craving for primal disorder. Were it not for his notorious reputation for brutality, one might mistake his appearance for that of a kind angel.

To the right stood Astaroth, the Demon of Temptation, whose height rivaled that of Belial. Among them, he looks more mature. His eyes, deep and soulful, hinted at unspoken stories, while his well-defined jawline and slightly bruised lips suggested a wild past. His hair perfectly complemented these features, styled into a curly low taper fade that framed his handsome face with an effortless charm.

Thousands of years ago, they appeared as annoying, wrinkled old men who always reprimanded the Archdemons for how they ruled Inferno. And now, they finally decided to present themselves as a decent-looking demon worthy of their titles.

"Yo?" Kaway ni Belial matapos ito makarating sa harapan ni Lucifer. He took the hood of his cloak before smiling at him.

"Where are your manners, Belial?" Bugnot na saway sa kanya ni Paimon. Belial's lips formed an 'O' before he lightly bowed his head to pay respects.

"Greetings to the Ruler of Hell, Our Lord." They greeted in unison.

"You may rise." Humayo naman ang mga ito mula sa pagkakaupo. The entertainers guided them to their respective seats where their food was separately served.

"I don't seem to see the Demon of Glutton nor the Demon of Lust in the feast. Were they late?" Puna ni Astaroth nang mapansing wala si Baal at Asmodeus saan mang sulok ng silid.