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In the chaotic underworld of Hell, Lute, the enigmatic and charismatic overlord, walked through the dimly lit streets of Pentagram City. His long, slender fingers brushed against the strings of his obsidian lute, the haunting melody echoing through the air. The sound wasn't just music-it was magic, a weapon that bent reality to his will. Tonight, however, his mind was clouded with darker thoughts. He couldn't shake the memory of Adam's fall. Once the herald of divine justice, Adam had been a figure who stood tall against the corruption of Hell, a powerful entity feared even by the overlords. But the balance had shifted.