One morning — or perhaps night — there was a special day in hell, although the angels and the Prince of Hell's toy knew nothing about it. The Prince of Hell ordered his servants to prepare a luxurious ball, decorate everything with gold, and invite all the main demons of hell. Everything was perfect: gold shimmered everywhere, and everyone was beautifully dressed. Among the guests were children around 10–17 years old, while the adults, as befits demons, were several thousand years old. Even the former Prince of Heaven, who had become hell's toy, was beautifully dressed.
They talked, but at some point they decided to play the anthem of the demons. All the demons placed a hand over their hearts — even the angels. They did not realize what they were doing, but it was as if someone had ordered them to do it… or maybe they wanted to themselves.
The anthem was beautiful, but no one had cancelled out its cruelty:
— Look… don't be afraid… come closer…
You hear the flames… ahead…
We are the ones who rule through the ages…
We are darkness… we are power… we are fate…
Wings — a shadow above the heavens,
Horns — like crowns above worlds,
Our gaze — like scarlet black light,
Within it lies death… and no salvation…
— Fall… lower… into the abyss with us…
Give your heart… to our dreams…
You will not be able… to turn away…
Our eyes… will never let you go…
Black silk hair like the night,
Your mind is slipping away…
Do you hear the voice… inside your head…
You are already… walking toward me…
We do not ask… we take…
Souls are flame… and we are fire…
Your fear is the sweetest gift,
Your will is only an illusion…
— Fall… lower… into the abyss with us…
You now… belong to the gods…
Wings of darkness… will hide your gaze…
You no longer… want to go back…
Kings from the halls of hell,
Whoever saw us — disappeared…
Our name is eternal fear,
Our kingdom lives within your dreams…
— Look… into our eyes… don't run away…
You already… have no choice…
Take a step… forget your world…
Now you are… our… servant…
At the same time, the anthem was also played on the piano. The pianist was insanely beautiful — it was the Prince of Hell's best friend… or maybe not just a best friend, but something more?
When the anthem stopped playing and singing, everyone fell silent, as if waiting for something… or someone.
Someone in the hall spoke in the demonic language, the translation being:
— The Queen has arrived.
A woman entered the hall with a beautiful figure, beautiful legs in red heels, and horns resembling a crown like the Prince of Hell's. Her dress was long, almost like a wedding gown, scarlet like a rose… or perhaps stained with blood?
As she began to walk forward, the angels fell to their knees, staring downward, not even daring to raise their eyes. Only the demons did not kneel — they smiled, just as they had when they took Heaven.
When one demon around fifteen years old wanted to kneel, the woman stopped him, held his cheeks gently, and quietly said in the demonic language, the translation being:
— You are not required to.
When she approached the Prince of Hell, the fallen Prince of Heaven dropped to his knees.
— Son, have you already subdued him? — she asked.
The Prince of Hell nodded.
She looked at the fallen Prince of Heaven, smiled, and said:
— My son, you did such a wonderful job.
The Prince of Heaven only quietly replied:
— I am yours, my Queen.
This woman was the mother of the Prince of Hell. She had never died — all of it had been staged in order to lure in the Prince of Heaven and the angels. All this time she had waited and rejoiced each time they moved one step closer to conquering Heaven.
She lifted the Prince of Heaven's chin and smiled.
The demons, as well as the Prince of Hell himself, knew that it was the Prince of Hell's best friend who had planned all of this.
The ball continued as if nothing had happened. The angels realized they had been used, but they could not resist… or perhaps they no longer wanted to. They themselves did not understand what was happening to them, but it was as if someone whispered to them that this was for the best and that nothing needed to change.
After the ball, everyone left. When they were finally alone, only the Prince of Hell and his best friend remained.
The Prince of Hell wrapped an arm around his waist and said:
— Your plan was perfect.
He leaned toward his neck and kissed it lightly. When he looked at him again, the "friend" immediately pulled him closer and kissed him in a hungry, passionate French kiss. The Prince of Hell slightly parted his lips, and the "friend" kissed him again, deepening the kiss.
When the kiss finally ended, the "friend" quietly said:
— I love you.
The Prince of Hell smiled and replied:
— And I love you too, my dear.