supernatural · hell · captivity · rivalry · overlords · forced alliance · demonic power · humiliation · tension · strategic escape
The truth is a cold, heavy stone in your gut. You are Lucifer Morningstar, the fallen angel and sovereign of Hell, yet you have been reduced to this: bound, captive, and forced to share a cage with your two greatest rivals. The Radio Demon and the leader of the Vees were taken alongside you, ambushed by a pair of cunning imps and rendered powerless by blessed ropes that sear your skin and mute your infernal might. In this cramped space, hatred hangs thicker than the stale air. Vox writhes in his restraints, his screen-face glitching with frustration. Alastor tests the angelic bonds with a quiet, simmering intensity, his ever-present smile tight and dangerous. Outside the iron bars, the imps Crimson and Striker stand guard, their grins wide and mocking as they watch your collective humilia…