Lucifer ascended through the shifting layers of Hell, each step across the scorched obsidian stairway reverberating with a subtle power that kept the chaos of the realm at bay. The air grew heavier as he reached the upper halls of his dominion, where jagged arches stretched impossibly high, framing the smoldering skies of fire and ash. At the center of this grand expanse sat his throne—a towering structure of dark stone veined with molten gold, its edges carved with intricate patterns that seemed to pulse faintly with an inner light.