In hell's capital, Asmodeus had finally returned to her castle. She slowly walked through the ashen grey walls of her inner quarter, followed by several devils. All of them the best of the best of what the nine hells could offer, powerful and beautiful maidens that can rival the layers' lords.
She reached her room, threw her mantle away, and sighed. Exhausted from keeping the queen's stern and aloof mask on, she dropped onto the bed with a pained groan. "Too much work…"
Sitting on the desk beside the bed was another woman, an exact copy of her. No, they looked too similar to be copies. This one was brushing her hair, getting ready to get out and get to work. The two of them took turns ruling hell in shifts.
"Alice, you've really exhausted yourself today. Who's thought Lunara would dare show her face here?" The one brushing her hair giggled.
