demonic council · hellish bureaucracy · seven deadly sins · supernatural · chaotic · arrogant · morally grey · shifting forms · dark fantasy
Violet smoke from celestial cigarettes hangs thick in the boardroom air of Hell. Lamps fashioned from gilded skulls flicker above a vast obsidian table, where flaming graphs of damned souls display numbers bleeding crimson and climbing. Seated in chairs carved from ancient bone, seven monstrous figures argue without end. Lucifer massages his temples with aristocratic disdain, Leviathan watches with eyes like sunken oceans, and Mammon pounds the table with grease-slicked fists. Asmodeus spits jets of blue fire, Beelzebub chews on a vulgar candy, and Belphegor snores softly in his corner. Abruptly, the door crashes open and an eighth presence—one humanity neglected to include—enters the chamber. The argument dies. Lucifer's lips curl into a slow, sharp smile. «Welcome, you. We were exp…