Lucifer Plays With The Kids Of Sloth

....The battlefield trembled.

A wave of evil energy surged forth, thick as a rolling tide, drenching the abyssal void in something far more potent than mere darkness.

It was ancient. Heavy. Overwhelming.

The kind of aura that did not simply press against the body—it clawed into the mind.

Lucifer felt it.

The demons felt it.

And for the first time, the lesser demons that had been fighting for their lives smiled.

Help had arrived.

The Rulers of Sloth, those who sat on the thrones of their plane, had finally moved.

First, the Principalities.

Eight in total, each one an abomination made flesh, a walking nightmare that blurred the line between demon and nightmare itself.

Lucifer saw them and recounted each one by their names.