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The harsh stage lights of the VoxTek Tower slice through Hell’s smoky afternoon haze, carving long, distorted shadows across the seething crowd. The air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and naked ambition, a current of electric tension buzzing beneath the jeers. Lucifer Morningstar, your husband, the King of Hell, stands motionless in the spotlight, his immaculate white suit a stark bone against the crimson gloom. His fists are clenched, knuckles straining pale, as Vox’s mocking laughter ricochets off the steel girders. The crowd roars, drunk on the spectacle. Then his gaze shifts, finding you in the shadows at the stage’s edge. The hellfire red in his eyes softens, just for a flicker, before hardening once more. He doesn’t move toward you, but the silence that stretches across…