It's a lush forest under a night sky. The moon is a bright yellow, illuminating an event for all to see. From within the trees, the group can see some roads. There's people on the roads, they're pulling some sort of chain together. The people look. off. Some of them have feathered hair, some have horns, tails. Wings, even.

“Guys stay back! You don’t know what’s in here…” Carl says. Willow begins to slowly walk up to the group, wearing a smile. Carl pushes Willow back. “Sh!”

"I- hey!" Willow says, "They look nice enough.."

“Stay back for now.”

"What in the world?" Margaret mumbles.

A man walks up to Willow, Carl, and Margaret.

"Hey, limbo fuckheads," says the man. He appears to have black horns laced with jewels and fluffy ears, as well as dark red hair. His eyes are bright red, and he has greyish-red skin. He's wearing some sort of uniform. "Get back to the crowd. It's mandatory." He points to a large group of people standing in front of a stage.

Willow gasps, "Yes! Take that Carl! They came to us!"

“Okay. Cool..” Carl sighs, “We’ll go back to the crowd if you guys are fine with it. Willow, Margaret?”

"Wait should we do what cool guy says?" Willow asks.

“I don’t know, it’s risky in my opinion.” Carl replies.

"Cool guy looks cool. Coolness is trustworthy!" Willow says.

"I said Ġ̸͆Ơ̸̈́.̷̽͌" the man yells. "It's mandatory. we don't want anyone else dying tonight except for the traitor."

"YUP OK! I'm going Mr. Cool man dude guy thing." Willow says.

“Oh my god… okay yes of course sir!” Carl says.

Willow walks into the crowd, practically skipping, pep in step and spirit.

"Ok sure. Whatever you say" Margaret follows Willow. Carl follows. Willow is just happy to be apart of something that doesn't seem like it'll get them killed too fast.

They end up next to a group of people with owl-like features and another with cat-like features. They're making idle conversation about some sort of traitor, and that the traitor was a Prince. One of the owls looks disgusted at the presence of Willow, Carl, and Margaret.

She says, "Ugh. Fuckin' Limbo demons. Don't you guys have something else to do instead of intruding on actual demon business?"

"Sorry. Also no. Also sorry again. Also you look cool." Willow says with excited panic, a weird mix.

“Hah. Yeah we have business but can’t we watch a performance?” Carl replies. “Sorry anyway fellow. I dont want to upset no one.”

"Demon... business?" Margaret whispers to Willow "This like another LARP thing?"

"I have no idea. Was the staircase a larp thing..?" Willow looks to the stage, having to get on tip toes and occasionally jump to see over the crowd.

“The other two are with me.” Carl puffs up. “This seems too weird to be a ARG thing. It’s too real and too.. what the hell are we in here” Carl whispers to them.

The owl demon scoffs, and turns back to her group and they make fun of Carl, Willow, and Margaret.

"I like these people things. They're funny." Willow says.

“They were being rude to you Willow.” Carl whispers. Margaret is on guard as she looks around. Carl looks around, 'protecting' Willow and Margaret.

"Awh that's fine. They haven't killed me, so I quite like em." Willow's completely open, still trying to see the stage properly.

“Well they might kill us!” Carl frantically whispers. “Just pretend you and Margaret are with me.” He tries putting his hand on her shoulder. Creep.

The crowd goes quiet as a tall, maybe 12ft woman walks up on the stage. She has the head of an owl, with long, white, braided hair that fades to blue at the bottom. She has long, dark horns that curve slightly. She's wearing a dark suit, fit with a cape and leggings. She's wearing boots. Her arms are like talons. Everyone applauds her entrance, bowing.

Carl starts to applaud. Carl also bows. Carl bows very low to show all the respect he can.

Willow stares at the tall bird like woman, "Woa. Tall amazing woman oh wait crap." She bows poorly, as well as a bit late. Margaret follows along with the crowd. Willow does her best to mimic crowd, though they were never good at these things.

"𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎." The woman speaks, in a loud tone. There's a sigil on her suit, that, if anyone were good with such a thing, they would recognize as the Sigil of Lucifer. "𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕, 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚢. 𝚆𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚎?"

The crowd cheers in response!

"𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍! 𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗... 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗?"

The crowd begins to chant "CRUCIFY! CRUCIFY! CRUCIFY! CRUCIFY!" Some dragons have started a mosh pit and are tearing each other to shreds. Carl starts to chant and motions Willow to chant as well. Willow takes the notebook from her backpack, drawing the sigil in it bit not recognizing it. She looks at Carl, confused at the motion. Margaret is thinking back to the cross she saw and is trying to put two and two together.

“Chant along!” Carl whispers to Willow and Margaret

..? "Why?"

“Just do it please.” Carl motions again.

Willow stares again at the tall woman, mostly with curiosity and confusion, on tip toes still. She whispers, "but I don't know who they're crucifying"

“We don’t care right now please chant or they’ll kill us!” He motions to Willow.

Margaret trys to remember what was on the cross when she saw it... what was it...

"But will they? They seem pretty distracted." Willow whispers back.

“Come on please Willow!” He motions again but this time tighter.

Willow sighs, very quietly chanting, head down.

"𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝! 𝚆𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚆𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝."

Something begins to rise, attached to the chains. A large cross. Everyone begins booing at the cross, yelling threats to the person hanging from it.

On the cross is another 12ft person. They have wings and talon hands like Lucifer, but they have antlers. Their face has spots as well. His hair is brown with white accents, and his lips are black. His feet are hooved.

He's nailed to the cross by his hands, more pressure being applied as it's raised. Beginning to slowly weigh down on the nails that begin to tear into his flesh.

“Oh shit.” Carl whispers to Willow and Margaret.

Willow let's out a small gasp, moving forward slightly and staring up at the person on the cross.

“They crucified someone like them who betrayed them.” Carl whispers.

"Oh my...." Margaret gives a concerned face, "What in the worlds did they do to deserve this?!"

"I can see that. The cross is high enough. I'm not that short." Willow sighs, "..they're suffering.."

“Something that they didn’t like, Margaret.” Carl whispers. “Oh no…”

"𝙼𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗, 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏?" asks Lucifer, gesturing to the man, putting an arm around him, but still looking at the crowd with a sick smile.

"𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖞-" Mammon is interrupted by Lucifer punching him in the gut.

Mammon coughs up a hefty amount of blood, clearly already injured.

“Mammon..” Carl notes it down on his phone.

Margaret stares in horror, "HEY! What the heck is this?! You think this is some sort of sick joke? What did he do to deserve this?!" Margaret yells.

“Oh fuck.”

Willow panics, putting hood and face mask up, slinking off into the crowd somewhere.

Lucifer looks down at Margaret. "𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜? 𝙰 𝙻𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘 𝚍𝚎... 𝙽𝚘. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?" Lucifer's form distorts slightly. The crowd tightens around them so that they can't run.

“Oh fuck.” Carl whispers. “Willow?”

Willow keeps her face and head covered, watching, and trying to breathe properly.

"Yea?! So what? What in the world is this? What did he deserve to get killed and shown in such a manner! No one deserves this!" Margaret yells.

Lucifer steps down into the crowd, walking over to the group.

"𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?" She completely ignores Margaret's question, kneeling down to get a better look at her. Lucifer's form distorts again, appearing slightly more... demonic. Her horns growing in length, another set of eyes appearing on her face, her mouth growing wider. Her limbs, longer, more thin. Her wings, larger, covered in eyes.

Willow whispers, "OH no.. oh no.. Margaret.."

"Whats it matter to you?! You are hold this man to death with out a trial or heck even hearing him out!" Margaret yells.

“Margaret… no. Oh no… oh no.” Carl whispers.

Lucifer pokes Margaret with one of her claws, and proceeds to grab her by the arm. She then stands, and addresses the crowd.

"𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝙸 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑, 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝. 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍?"

The crowd cheers in agreement. Lucifer gets go of Margaret and walks back to the stage.

"Uh oh." Willow says,

Carl looks around, trying to find the entrance they came through. It's impossible to find it through the crowd.

"Do.. do we run?" Willow asks. Margaret is ticked off on the display on stage as she looks back to Willow and Carl

"All we can do I guess... is watch... and wait," Margaret says. Willow looks down, then around at the faces of the demons closest to them.

"𝙽𝚘𝚠... 𝙰𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚘𝚗? 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑." Lucifer smiles, stepping to the side of the stage. Something begins to happen around Mammon. No physical demon can be seen, but there's something there. Something warping Mammon. Something turning him into nothing and everything all at once. Something erasing him. Mammon's body disappears, leaving a dark red, thick substance on the cross. The substance slowly begins to eat away at the cross.

The crowd CHEERS. All the dragons are fighting. They're so proud of their Prince.

"Oh my.... this is just sick," Margaret says.

Willow watches, staring, closely at the cross and substance. Cheers along with the demons, loud.

“Glad to see you’ve started cheering Willow.” He whispers to Willow. He starts cheering too.

Willow's completely focused on the display. Carl puts his arm around Willow and focuses on the show and display.

"This is incredible. Horrific.. but.. these forces.. they're real. And these demons.. Like nothing I've ever seen before. I wonder how they work. I wonder how they got here." Willow says.

“Weird as hell. But they’re actually real.. this. Demons. Ah..” Carl whispers. Margaret is just watching, waiting for a chance to get out

"I have so many questions for the.. large demon.. I wonder if I'll ever get the chance to ask them.. or if that'll happen when I'm dead." Willow says.

“I want to know all about this.. my friend would have loved it…” Carl whispers.

Lucifer steps back on the stage, clapping.

"𝙸'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝙰𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗."

The crowd cheers again, this time, the loudest cheers being from people with electronic devices lodged in parts of their bodies, mostly televisions for heads. Asmodeus steps up. They appear as a TV-headed person wearing a suit and fishnets. They have large bat wings with eyes on them.

"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞~ 𝐈'𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐖𝐞'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧~" Asmodeus winks, as the Lust demons cheer. The Greed demons, though, seem. concerned.

“What the hell?” Carl notes this down on his phone. “Greed demons, lust demons, dude named Asmodeus, and layers of demons…” Carl whispers.

"Weird. I didn't know.. there were reasons to be concerned when you're a demon." Willow looks around at them.

“Right? Weird.”

Margaret starts taking notes as well as she stares Lucifer with a stern look

Willow goes back to watching the demons on stage, eyes displaying no bais in emotion.

“Willow? Are you alright? Why are you.. why are you.. why are you. You have no emotion..” it was very noticeable and Carl saw. “Can.. can I hug you or.. what can I do??” Carl says to Willow.

"Don't worry. Yes." Willow continues to stare at the stage, "It's easy for me. Right now is a good time to not feel. I'm ok."

“Right now we can hide our feelings, it’s not that we can’t feel.” Carl hugs Willow.

Asmodeus walks off the stage, and Lucifer resumes her place, clapping.

"𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚜! 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚋𝚢 𝙶𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎, 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜."

A 10ft man at the side of the stage perks up somewhat due to that comment. Not a good kind of perk up, more of a... why me perk up. He's wearing a dark cloak so he's mostly invisible, but large dragonfly wings and moth antennae can be seen, as well as his glowing, neon green eyes. He's wearing the Sigil of Beelzebub on his cloak.

"I'm watching. Watching them. Every movement. I'm waiting for a mistake, a slip up. A small sigh that they're nervous. Or upset. Or ignorant." Willow whispers, "Also, I was right! There is free food! And you know this is.. SORTA a party..?"

Carl also remembers they said something about.. well, for now, he jots down what he can. “Free food? Willow stay with me.” Carl grabs Willow and tries to guide her around.

Willow glances at the cloaked man with dragonfly wings, "He perked. He's upset about something."

"I think we should take the time to get out of here," Margaret says.

“Yeah. He has a sigil. Of Beezlebub. More demon stuff that is supposed to be fake and not real.” Carl sighs. The crowd slowly begins to disperse as the stage vanishes. Lucifer begins walking to a large mall in the distance, where the atmosphere is noticeably different.

"..Maybe you're right.."

“Margaret we should get out of here. Same for you Willow.” Carl says.

"Lets go," Margaret start retracing her steps to find the door again. Carl follows Margaret and grabs Willow by the hand and motions them to follow. Willow walks beside them both, giving any demons nearby a look of curiosity that could only come off as unsettling or eerie. The door is right where they left it.

Without hesitation, they walk through.