In the Castle of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar, the captivating King of Hell, awaited the Angels of Heaven. Their predetermined meeting held great significance.

  As Lilith arrived with Charlie, Lucifer's mesmerizing presence commanded attention. His red eyes, like blazing Hellfire, gleamed with anger, but his smile hinted at cunning. His raven-black hair framed his chiseled features, exuding dark allure.

  However, upon seeing Lilith and their little princess, Lucifer's expression twisted in rage. His eyes flashed with fury.

  Lucifer’s blazing eyes locked onto Lilith, making her flinch. A sly smile spread across his face.

  “Who granted my beautiful Queen permission to leave the Castle?” he asked, his voice dripping with disdain.

  Descending from his throne, Lucifer took Charlie from Lilith’s trembling hands. He handed the child to a nearby attendant, never breaking gaze with Lilith.

  His anger-filled eyes pierced through her, and Lilith’s fear rendered her speechless. Lucifer’s amusement grew, feeding off her terror.

  A guard burst in, announcing, "My lord, the Angels have arrived." Lucifer's grip on Lilith's chin tightened, his eyes blazing with fury at the interruption.

  "Who dares interrupt me?" he snarled, his voice lethal,

  With a flick of his wrist, the guard disintegrated into ashes. Lucifer's gaze snapped back to Lilith.

  "Lilith, my love, I have no patience for mistakes," he warned, his tone dripping with menace. "If you leave the Castle again, I won't show mercy as I did today. It's not becoming of me, only God."

  He released Lilith's chin, his gesture dismissive. "Take your seat."

  With a wave of his hand, the doors swung open, admitting the Angels.

  As the doors swung open, the leader of the Angels, Ariel, entered with an aura of serenity. His long, snowy hair cascaded down his back, and his eyes shone with compassion and love. He gazed upon the assembly with equality, his presence commanding attention.

  A wounded guard struggled to stand, and Ariel approached him. With a gentle touch, the Angel healed the guard’s wounds. Lucifer’s face contorted in rage, and with a swift snap of his fingers, the guard disintegrated into ashes.

  “Let us proceed with the matters at hand,” Lucifer growled, his voice dripping with malice.

  Charlie watched from a distance, her eyes wide with fear as she gazed at her father. Lucifer’s anger-filled eyes locked onto hers, and he gestured sternly for her to retreat to her room.

  All the Angels accompanying Ariel took their seats at the table to eat and discuss. Lucifer occupied the authoritative seat. When the food was presented, maids poured red wine into Lucifer's glass. He gave a signal, and they poured wine into Ariel's glass as well.

  Ariel spoke with a humble voice, "Lucifer, I appreciate your hospitality, but we are Angels; we cannot drink." His captivating smile could heal any wounded person or demon.

  Lucifer rolled his eyes and said, "Then tell me, Ariel, why have you brought so many Angels?" Lucifer attempted to smile but twitched instead.

  Ariel replied, "Adam, would you kindly discuss the matter with Lucifer as you did with me?"

  Adam rose from his seat, unfolding documents. His anxious tone trembled as he began speaking.

  Lucifer laughed, sipping his red wine, and gazed at Ariel. Ariel stood up, approaching Adam.

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  “You’re doing well, keep it up,” Ariel said, patting Adam’s back.

  Emboldened, Adam continued, “As you’re aware, Hell’s population grows exponentially, paving a path for demons towards Heaven.”

  Lucifer took a bite, then paused, “So, what do you propose I do about it?”

  Adam pressed on, “My Angel army and I suggest an annual execution.”

  Lucifer’s fork halted mid-air. He stared at Ariel, who sweated, intervening, “Adam, perhaps Lucifer dislikes our idea.”

  Lucifer’s laughter echoed harshly. “Do as you please. Demons won’t become extinct.” He leaned into Ariel’s face, his cold, glaring eyes piercing.

  “You Angels blindly follow hollow rules, never devised by Him. He cast me out for not meeting His standards, yet kept sinful humans close, forgiving their transgressions. He never gave me a chance.”

  Rising from his seat, Lucifer snapped his fingers. Lilith stood, following him. The Angels received permission, and every news channel in Hell broadcasted the decree:

  “By order of Lucifer, Adam, General of Angels, and his army will execute Hell’s demons annually for five hours, excluding Royal blood.”

  Fear gripped the demons of Hell. Life, precious to all, hung in the balance.

  Everyone waited for Vox to introduce a new technology to address this problem. Vox, the voice of the public to the King, spoke humbly to Lucifer while bowing, ‘My king, ruler of Hell, I beseech you.’ However, his words and eyes didn’t match, prompting Lucifer to scoff.

  Vox’s captivating beauty had won over the hearts of many demons, explaining why he held his position. Lucifer summoned a servant and said, ‘Vox, you may rise.’ His piercing red eyes seemed to probe Vox’s heart, Lucifer smirked and instructed the servant, ‘Go and summon Lilith.’

  "Lilith, darling, come sit beside me," Lucifer said, his voice rising menacingly. "I'm punishing my loyal subject for daring to think lowly of me." His smile twisted, while Vox clutched his chest in agony.

  Lilith's eyes widened in terror as she tried to retreat, but Lucifer snapped his fingers, and she was instantly seated beside him. "Lilith, my Queen, try that again, and you'll taste my wrath," he warned, his charming smile belied by his sinister tone.

  Lucifer stood, his voice booming through the throne room. "Hear me, Vox, and spread the word. You were given a chance; I show no charity. Your life was worthless; Hell is your reward." He bowed to Lilith, his eyes glinting with malice. "You weren't thinking of escaping me, were you?"

  A servant appeared with a dish, and Lucifer sat, dismissing Vox with a wave. Vox fled, relieved. As the servant lifted the lid, Lilith gasped; inside was an Angel's severed head. Her trembling eyes met Lucifer's cunning smile and piercing gaze, striking fear into all who witnessed it.

  Lilith struggled to process the gruesome scene before her when Charlie's innocent voice pierced the air. "Da..." Lucifer's expression softened as he scooped up Charlie in his menace.

  "What brings my little Char Char here?" he cooed, his warmth a stark contrast to his previous menace.

  Lilith intervened hastily, "Y-you know, your majesty..." Lucifer's intense gaze snapped back to her, and she flinched.

  "Charlie's speech is delayed," Lilith continued, her voice trembling. "She can't speak fluently as she should."

  Lucifer's eyes narrowed, his expression unreadable. Charlie, oblivious to the tension, wrapped her arms around his neck.

  Lucifer's gaze pierced Lilith's soul. "Even if you tried to flee, I'd find you," he warned, his voice dripping with menace.

  Lilith attempted to leave, but Lucifer's deeper, darker tone halted her. "Lilith, take Char Char with you. Or do you not want her?"

  She reluctantly returned, collecting the sleeping Charlie from Lucifer's arms.

  Meanwhile, Vox seethed with anger in his office, his fury fueled by the King's behavior. Alastor entered, his creepy smile twisting.

  "Vox, what happened?" Alastor asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

  Vox saw through the facade. "Spare the concern, Alastor. Your smile says otherwise."

  Alastor's smile twitched, his right eye flickering. "Oh dear, Vox! I'm always smiling. It's just my nature."

  The TV reporter, Vox, appeared on screen, his battered face a testament to the dangers of his profession.

  "Eighteen years have passed since Adam's army began executing demons," Vox announced, his voice laced with a mix of fear and defiance.

  "Tomorrow, they return to carry out their annual slaughter. But as always, Royal blood remains exempt from the carnage."

  Vox's gaze flickered, his eyes haunted by the memories of past executions.

  "In other news, Alastor, the notorious radio demon, remains at large. His latest broadcast echoed the haunting screams of another demon's gruesome demise."

  Vox's voice dropped to a whisper. "Rumors suggest Alastor's next target is me."

  The TV screen flickered, and Alastor's sinister voice crackled through the radio.

  "Dear people," Alastor purred, "Vox will soon become my prey. But for now, he seems... fragile. Let us allow him to heal, to grow stronger. The hunt will be all the more thrilling."

  Charlie woke, her beauty mirroring her mother's, but her eyes told a different story – red, bloody, and inherited from her father. She approached the mirror, steeling herself.

  "Okay, Charlie, you've got this. Demons are your people too. How hard can it be?" she whispered, her determination faltering for a moment.

  A knock at the door broke the silence. An Angel entered, prompting Charlie to tease, "Veggie! At least wait for my permission."

  The Angel, with heavenly blue eyes and cascading white hair, bowed humbly. "I beg your pardon, Your Royal Highness."

  Charlie's stern expression crumbled, and the two burst into hearty laughter.