Fifth Circle of Hell.

"This is impossible…" Lucifer murmured, his voice trembling with disbelief as he fell to his knees. His sword, once a symbol of absolute power, was reduced to shards, and his once-invincible body was now marred with deep cuts, blood streaming in scarlet rivers.

"That's enough of this nonsense," Astaroth said coldly, her voice void of any mercy as she pointed her sword directly at Lucifer's head, the blade gleaming menacingly. "Just die already."

The silence that followed was thick with tension. Hell itself seemed to hold its breath, as if the very plane knew something monumental was about to unfold. Lucifer, however, didn't immediately respond. Instead, a low, unsettling laugh began to escape his lips.

"Fufufu…" The sound grew, disturbing and filled with malice, enough to make even Astaroth falter.