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Naturally, he was bound to receive urgent messages requesting his presence by the Heaven's Embassy, he was the King of all of the Seven Rings of Hell and their primary contact as a representative now that his wife was long gone and out of the picture, so to speak.

Not only did he despise the whole ordeal but he loathed the concept entirely. Organized, scheduled meetings and pre-determined topics to discuss. It was all so restrictive and confining. Lucifer always found himself to be more of the improvisation sort of fella. Situations like this were doomed from the start for him, resentments abound.

And to make the whole situation worse, it had been at the Archangel Michael's behest, yup, he was the one who was apparently set to spearheading this new objective of getting Lucifer to make an appearance in person to negotiate the more recent events. The Devil wasn't sure if Michael had pushed for the position but knowing him, Lucifer would maintain his suspicions. It was highly likely.

A spatial portal slowly opens up, a ring of illuminating liquid-like gold splitting through reality, expanding until another place entirely is visible. Hell's ruler steps through and it closes behind him at the snap of his fingers. He glances around, jaded before clicking his tongue at an empty meeting hall. With that he walks over towards the ornate glass of a large window, fixing his gaze down over Pentagram City while resting his hands atop his cane expecting to hear the hologram turn on at any minute now.