The grand cathedral of Hell, the "Hall of Eternal Sighs," played host that night to the most magnificent, scandalous, and "dark-luxury" ceremony history had ever witnessed. Massive bone chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their purple soul-fires transforming the hall into a high-fashion runway.
As Madison glided down the aisle on Astaroth's commanding arm, the jealous glares of female demons lining both sides practically seared her skin.
"Ugh, look at her. A mortal comes along and plays all of Hell like a fiddle. Look at that strategy—she entered our lives like a seasoned influencer!" Lilith whispered.
As a founding member of Hell's council and Astaroth's ancient ally, Lilith stood in the front row, holding a goblet of "Thief's Blood" with fresh clots floating on top. She scrutinized Madison's every step, eyeing the gown woven from the hair of ancient queens and its sobbing veils. Even Lilith had to admit Madison had changed the entire "vibe" of the pit overnight.
