It was another day in the Devil’s realm. Tainted souls screaming into the void as they are tortured for their earthly sins. The Queen of Hell sat on her hellish throne, a look of longing and sadness on her face. She yearned to return to Earth and back to the man she loved, but it was her choice to return here to keep those that she cared about safe from the demons that threatened to escape.
Lucy had tried to find a way back, but no matter what she did, she would always end up back in Hell. One day while she walked along the narrow pathways of her fiery world of damnation, she saw someone lurking in the shadows. “Who’s there? Show yourself!” The former Lightbringer bellowed. A woman who looked a lot like Kalenia stepped out. Lucy instantly recognized her as Lilith, the Mother of Demons.
“Greetings, my Queen,” Lilith said, bowing deeply. “What can this humble servant do for you?” The Lady of Hell didn’t reply as she debated whether or not she should tell Lilith her request to return to Earth. The Mother of Demons seemed to read her mind as she said, “You wish to return to Earth, my Lady?” Lucy’s eyes widened in shock as Lilith accurately deduced her innermost thoughts. “Yes, I do,” The demoness smiled, revealing a set of sharp, pointed teeth. “Then let’s make a deal, shall we, Your Majesty?” Lucy had a feeling that whatever deal Lilith wanted to make, it’s not going to be good, but she’s her only chance at getting back to Earth. “Fine, let’s make a deal.”
Meanwhile, somewhere in the middle of the Las Vegas strip, a man driving a bright red Ferrari that bears a striking resemblance to the one that a certain private investigator drives around in. He whistled a nameless tune to himself as he celebrated his big win at one of the casinos. Suddenly, he hit the brakes hard, causing the luxury car to come to a screeching halt. A naked woman stood before him, her face covered with dirt and grime. Blood trickled from two crescent-shaped wounds on her back as she tried to keep herself upright. Passersby took out their phones to take photos of the woman as the latter spoke up: “Get me, Detective Nicolas Stanton. Tell him that the Devil has returned.”