The swirling vortex of light and shadow deposited Lucifer and his wives into the God Plane, the air here thick with divine energy that hummed in their ears and pulsed through their veins. The realm opened before them like an endless tapestry, its skies swirling with shifting hues of crimson and gold, the distant stars seeming closer and brighter than those in the mortal plane. Mountains jutted into the heavens like jagged spires, their peaks adorned with glowing runes that whispered ancient secrets to those attuned to their song.
In the heart of this realm stood Devil's Peak, a looming fortress carved from obsidian and etched with fiery veins of magma that glowed faintly in the eternal twilight. Its spires rose like talons, and its balconies overlooked an endless abyss, where the void and creation seemed to merge after Lucifer upgraded it when he returned from the dead.
On the Balcony
