EXTRA - A garden of princesses!

It was morning.

Yes. Morning.

Something that, for countless ages, would have been absurd to even think about in Hell. But there he was, Dante Scarlet, the Emperor of Hell, peacefully resting on his couch, lying on his first wife's lap. He was watching TV... Yes, we now had TV! Magical, yes, but we had TVs and even the Internet in Hell!!

"…Did you hear that?" he murmured.

Valentina, beside him, responded without taking her eyes off the floating grimoire she was reading. "Hmm... They must have started," her voice was like a whisper, but warm and inviting... she seemed almost like a different woman than the destroyer he had met thousands of years ago.

Another loud bang echoed, something between a childish laugh and a magical explosion.

Dante slowly got up. His steps were silent, but the air around him seemed to bend to his presence. With a subtle gesture, he opened the black curtains of the hall and stepped out onto the balcony.