After many centuries, Basilia once again vibrated with voices. Its halls were staggeringly decorated. Shiny chandeliers looked like hives of candles, reflected on the floor. Servants stood at every doorstep, waiting to greet and serve. Elvira constantly ran around, correcting everything she found incorrect.
Victor nervously walked around his room. Elections have always been a big thing in Hell, but that night's election will be written down in the history. And it was up to him to make that chapter in history a positive one and stainless.
He paused in front of a mirror, fixing his classing demonic suit of scarlet brocade.
- Maybe they even elect me for their new ruler. - he said with confidence, observing his long horns.
The guests started to arrive. They were welcomed with
