#Chapter115
I have to admit, Lucifer's birthdays always left me feeling some sort of impressed jealousy; he wasn't very much of a self-centred dictator, yet this little touch, this little detail, that only he had the chance to remember and celebrate his existence, made him a real king (and asshole) in my eyes.
Although I have already attended a few of his extravagant parties, I knew, this one will be very different - for one, I was dead. I was no longer a passing traveller in hell, it was the place I was ought to belong to for the rest of my eternity... I was both trapped and freed. Trapped, in hell, but also, free from my human body's shortcomings; My flesh no longer ached and trembled - power ran through my veins, one, that made everyone else around me uneasy but aware. I walked the floors of this dark place as a servant, yet everyone eyed me with the respect and fear that only aristocrats are known to earn.
I was Chaos, after all.