[Before His Dethronement, After the War]
The king of Hell flourished on the throne, golden eyes stared down at his family that were all in a joyous mood because they conquered and sent every demon from the house of Mammon fleeing to the realm of mortals through the intervention of the angels. They each had cups filled with blood, and they laughed as they greedily munch on the souls of the unrighteous. His imperial Majesty gave each of them bored looks as he sat slouched on his throne. He propped his head on his hand, feeling the weight of fatigue.
