As humanity was killing itself, chaos was slowing down a bit, last of humanity still hiding within the bunkers prayed for a sign from the heavens for a sense of hope, that anything can save them.
Up in the heavens angels were in a discussion about the state of Earth. Whispers among them saying "How can we let this happen?", "Lords greatest creation destroyed itself, how?", and "What will he say about this?" The angels all were afraid of what God has to say, and many fear to ask God. Did God even know about the destruction of man, did God plan this, was it Gods will? All have the same questions yet all still did not go to ask.
Down in the pits of hell, the demons were asking the same as much as the angels were, some of those in the rebellious type were cheering that humanity destroyed itself. As the souls of the dead and sinned were piling up in Hell, Lucifer himself wasn't that pleased. Pacing around the place with a worried look, his followers saw his look and went to ask him with caution.
"My lord, it seems that you aren't pleased with the new souls for us to torture, what seems to be the problem?", one says as they all bow to him.
"That is the problem you idiots. Don't you see it, humanity almost came to an end, they killed themselves in their fit of rage. Do you all not understand what this means?"
"But my liege, I thought this would please.."
"This does not please me one bit!" Lucifer roared. His followers and the demons around him can all tell that he is not pleased with this, with any of this. Anger and hatred filled in his eyes as he looked upon the new coming bodies. Lucifer still pacing around trying to figure out a way to handle the situation, going back to his throne room alone he does the one thing he can think of doing. Contact the only man he knows will have the answers, his father.