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It wasn't always this way. Once, Hell had rhythm. The forge-hammers of the damned beat in time, the screams formed a chaotic choir, and Lucifer himself would tap his hooves to the percussion of falling empires. Asmodeus was the court’s virtuoso. He composed the soundtrack for the Fall—a beautiful, crashing descent into dissonance.

Asmodeus finally turned. His face, once a mask of terrifying beauty, was streaked with grey. He wasn't crying—demons don’t cry. But his eyes held a moisture that looked suspiciously like regret. sad satan ost

Asmodeus played on. The rain stopped. The only sound in all of Hell was that sad, simple, perfect little gap between two notes. And in that gap, Asmodeus was the loneliest being in creation. It wasn't always this way

Asmodeus, however, found his escape in the music. He practiced for an audience of zero. Asmodeus was the court’s virtuoso

"What is that supposed to be?" Belial whispered.