The infernal sun burned particularly bright that morning, dyeing the clouds in a golden crimson that made the sea of lava shimmer like a flaming tapestry. The Ashen Shore — one of the few tourist-friendly spots in New Gehenna that offered both beauty and relative safety — had been reserved that day for a very special occasion: Demon God Dante Scarlet had decided to take a day off with his wives.
A rare event.
Practically mythical.
But when it happened, the entire Hell held its breath.
Dante lay beneath a massive obsidian-black canopy, draped in enchanted veils, wearing only deep red swim shorts and dark sunglasses, a chilled drink (yes, with actual ice — courtesy of Lilith's magic) resting beside him.
"This is… by far… the best idea we've ever had," he said, fully relaxed on a conjured lounge chair courtesy of Nagasawa.