The sky was black, red, orange and gold, the sun always setting, a perpetual twilight, the wind howling, with the cries of the doomed, the infernal beasts hunting each other, a constant battle for survival taken to its limits. It was not a land for the weak, not land for moral or ethics and no law based on hypocrisy ruled there, just the law of the power and… the contract. It was Hell.
In other situations they wouldn't be there, for the power of the demon princes was absolute in the domains, like gods; but the seventh prince, he made something unthinkable: he left the core of his power and teleported to that place.
They broke the doors of the throne room and entered.
"Oh!" a feminine and sensual voice let out with surprise.
"That was rude," the man sitting on the throne said, staring a
