Hell
Hell Palace
Dante's POV
I sit on my throne, reflecting on the changes that have taken place in Hell over the last six months.
"The last few months have been busy," I think, sipping wine brewed here in Hell—a gift from Lady Blaze.
Who would have thought remodeling a metaphysical realm filled with demons and damned souls could be so troublesome? But somehow, I managed.
I cleaned up the Circles of Belial, Mammon, Neron, and Asmodeus and merged them with the other Hell Lords' layers. No one complained—and why would they?
"Hey, I don't want my territory expanded and my status elevated, King Dante!" No demon, especially a Hell Lord, would refuse that.
The slight downside is that Lady Blaze has redoubled her efforts to get into my bed. Not that it's entirely bad—she's easily the most stunning demoness I've ever seen—but I know better than to sleep with someone that dangerous.
The bigger problem is that her brother seems to be following her lead, which is... deeply worrying.
But setting aside the twin demons vying for my attention, my grandmother has been up and about ever since I finished feeding her my power. She's still below an Archangel in strength, but she's recovering at an astonishing pace.
I had to practically force her not to declare war on Grandpa once she stabilized. It took a mix of my power and reassurance that Grandpa truly regretted what he'd done—just enough to cool her rage for now. She usually stays in her room or the gardens; most servants avoid her, since merely gazing upon the form of the mighty Goddess can cause them to swell and explode.
"Hey Grandpa! Not gonna lie—she's your wife, so you're going to have to deal with her when she's fully recovered. Just try to keep the Multiverse in one piece when you two start duking it out!" I pray aloud to my grandfather with a small smirk, imagining the next family reunion.
"Momo!" I call out for my Mother Box, which flutters into existence adorably at my summons.
"P͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽," she chirps happily. It's still weird that I can understand the equivalent of godly binary language, but... meh.
"Show me the changes applied to Hell," I command. She complies. After a lot of trial and error, I managed to wire Momo into Hell's systems—not as an owner, but as something close to a security network, running 24/7 for all eternity and covering every possible angle and location.
Momo then projects a glowing hologram filled with information.
[New Directives Implemented in Hell]
Free Reign Over Specific Souls
Demons are now granted free reign over the souls of the following damned: rapists, child rapists, cold-blooded murderers, serial killers, human and organ traffickers, Nazis, corrupt politicians, corrupt public servants, Epstein Island clients, and 90 other listed categories.
Protection of Minors
Demons are strictly prohibited from possessing, interacting with, or offering their services to anyone under 18 (even with doctored birth dates). Violations result in either death or eternal slavery under paperwork directives.
Dream & Sleep Demons Clause
Sleep Demons and Dream Demons, in partnership with the Dreaming, are now tasked with extracting the consciousness of sleeping sexual predators and torturing them within their own dreams, following guidelines established by the Dreaming.
Cambion Policy
For cambions (half-demon children), the demon parent is responsible for raising costs, child support, and a college fund until the child is 18. Upon demonstrating awareness and responsibility at certain age, the child must be told their true nature. If they choose to join our society, they'll be taught our history and integrated properly.
Children must be raised outside Hell by a loving family, with at least one adult aware of their heritage. If the demon parent chooses to raise the child themselves, they must do so in human form and in a human manner.
Marriage & Spousal Rights
Any demon in a stable marriage with a non-demon grants their spouse the same rights and status as a regular demon. This also applies to harem members.
Cult Registration
Demons leading cults must register their cult's name and members to stake their claim. Murderous cults fall under Hell's law; any sacrifices must be from the listed categories of damned souls. Failure to comply results in the demise of every cult member and their early arrival in Hell.
Punishment Clause
Any punishment for breaking a directive will match the severity of the broken directive.
"Well, it's a start for a society built from Hell's demons." Of course, plenty of demons disagreed with my new rules, which forced me to establish the two most terrible punishments in Hell.
The first is death by Holy Fire—which to demons feels like a mix of flame and radiation that's excruciating but, at least, quick.
The second is infinitely worse.
I took inspiration for it from something my Uncle Lu once created. Since I'm shaping Hell into a family corporation of sorts, I need to keep records—paperwork included.
So I created a special division for rule-breaking demons who are forced to file all of Hell's paperwork, including records of its residents and anyone who has ever set foot here since the beginning. They're eons behind, buried in an infinite backlog, crammed into ugly cubicles that are torture to even look at.
"Okay, thank you, Momo. Judas! I'll be in the garden," I call out to my demonic butler.
"Very well, King Dante!" he replies with a deep bow.
I teleport with a flick of my wings to my private garden—crafted with my powers from Hell's flora and fauna. Hell itself seems to love this garden; I can feel its satisfaction every time I come here. I suppose having something beautiful for the first time makes even an infinite dimension proud.
After walking for a few minutes, I find my grandmother sitting beneath a massive crimson tree, surrounded by the beasts of Hell. These mighty creatures—who would not look out of place in a horror story—act like playful puppies, eagerly demanding scratches from her.
I sit beside her in silence, absentmindedly scratching the head of a courageous demon wolf that dares to approach me.
She sighs and turns to me.
"Are you here to convince me not to go to war with your grandfather again?" she asks, her glowing form flickering faintly as she looks at me.
"Not exactly," I reply, noticing her eyes returning to their normal glow.
"Grandma, I won't lie. Your fight with Grandpa is way out of my depth. But I know that if you two clash again, my uncles and aunts will take sides. A second great war is the last thing existence needs. Unfortunately, there's no way for you both to battle it out without the multiverse suffering as well. So, I have a small proposition for you."
I can tell she's been thinking about the same thing; no mother, even an almighty one, wants to see her children fight one another.
"What's your proposition?" she asks curiously.
"While you rest here and regain your strength, you could act as Regent. In the meantime, I'll search for Lucifer. He still has the Flame Sword hidden somewhere. Once I find it, I'll open a rift in creation and send you through. You'll be free—free to create or destroy—far from everything, especially Grandpa. A fresh start. I'll visit you, of course, and any of my uncles or aunts who wish to join you will be welcome. This is as close as we can get to a normal separation between almighty beings."
I'm not going to lie: I'm blatantly stealing this idea from the Lucifer TV show—because when God and Goddess fight, literally any Crisis that DC like to make everyone goes thourgh but cracked to 11, it's literally game over for everything. And while Grandma might be weaker than an Archangel right now, she can still one-shot almost anything below that level, and she's only getting stronger.
I can see my offer has shaken her. I guess no one has ever thought of using the Flame Sword to escape existence itself.
"I'll think about it," she says uncertainly. I don't blame her. It's not an easy decision, especially after everything she's been through.
So, we simply sit there beneath the tree, enjoying the company of Hell's creatures as they nuzzle against us, craving affection.
_____________𝕰𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗_____________
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