I never thought I'd write something like this. But look at me—a mere lesser demon, sitting in one of the busiest taverns of New Gehenna, writing a journal.
If I told anyone that a background character like me is recording the history of the most powerful city to ever exist, they'd probably laugh in my face. But who cares? Ever since Demon King Dante Scarlet took control of Hell and reorganized the Eight Floors, things have changed so much that even a wretch like me can afford to philosophize a little.
Hell used to be absolute chaos. A bunch of archdemons and lords fighting for territory, impaling subordinates for fun, and declaring war on each other for no reason. Life for us lesser demons was a real hell—and yes, the irony isn't lost on me. Serving a demon lord was almost always a death sentence.
But then… He appeared.
Dante Scarlet.
The Demon God.