The Great Fly's uprising had permanent affect on the very landscape of Hell... from regions being entirely reshaped, cities being reduced to absolute rubble, and damned souls being extinguished from existence itself...
...yet all the same? Upper management persisted, even with the sudden and unexpected retirement of the twelfth High Prosecutor:
Justice, The Flybreaker...
...but more importantly? The Awesome Demon.
With the selection of the thirteenth High Prosecutor finally certified in the annals of Hell's Mythos? Justice herself found life to now prove an endless adventure where she could do practically whatever her heart whimmed.
It wasn't like the angels above in Heaven would stop her.
The same sentiment? Well it couldn't be any less applicable to the CEO of Hell itself, Lucifer, or more affectionately known as Lucy by Justice and Justice alone. The Uprising of The Great Fly and its aftermath only amplified the CEO's workload one millionth fold... it was no wonder she turned to a romance with wine to help her through the endless stream of paperwork and migraines.
The Awesome Demon missed the simpler times, before ever breaking The Fly, when the two would share a deep rooted connection... or in SitCom terms? A classic case of Will They? / Won't They?.
Catching the former High Prosecutor off guard? Not a simple task in the slightest... yet one easily achieved when she would suddenly receive and invitation to dear ol' @opa1ites's office; the first in... probably thirty human years? And only a foolish imbecile would turn down a private audience with the supreme authority in Hell.
And so, making sure she was in her finest? Which was to say the attire you would find her in 98% of the time? She would mosey herself down to the highest peak that overlooked The Greater Pentagram; finding the office in question wouldn't prove long to do either, when you were as famous and legendary as Justice? You could easily waltz by security checkpoints without so much as a single eyelash batted.
One elevator ride upward later? She arrives... Floor 666. Justice couldn't see this detail, because she's blind obviously, but she had committed the amount of minutes passed to memory long ago.
Grand double doors open on their own, no doubt demonic magic... to reveal a grand desk of blackened wood, and behind it? Well, you didn't need eyes to pick up on the majestic and intimidating aura that filled the air in the room.
Lucifer herself, the CEO of Hell itself.
❝ Lucy! Gotta admit, wasn't expecting an invite today. ❞ her radiance beams, counteracting the menace of the other... a push and pull that had lasted for centuries at this point, ❝ What's cookin' good lookin' ? It's been awhile. ❞ without care, or perhaps knowing she'd be able to get away with it, Justice lackadaisically seats herself on the edge of the other's desk... that smile never once leaving her face.
closed af starter for bestie @opa1ites ft. Justice