In one of the innermost chambers of Hell, in the office reserved for the warden, Lucifer sat on a towering monolithic chair.
In front of him, on the stone table that stretched deep into the walls on both sides, papers on the billions of inmates he was tasked to oversee were piled.
"Fine décor."
A creature with sagging gray skin phased through the door and walked into the room.
It looked around, its hollow sockets for eyes bearing nothing but darkness.
"Satan," Lucifer acknowledged as his guest, leaning heavily on one foot, limped forward. "Why have you come here so soon after our… latest adventure?"
Satan smiled a creepy smile, flashing his finely filed set of teeth. "I thought you'd be interested to see what happens next."
The warden pulled up his prescription glasses and stared into the empty sockets his comrade called eyes, searching for anything resembling pupils.
"I have business to take care of. Hell doesn't run itself."
"Come now." Satan laughed. "Why so formal?"
