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There was a flash so bright it hurt to look at, and then everything went silent.

No more city. No more air. Just red dust floating in black space.

Sero blinked. “Uh… okay. Either I passed out or this is the world’s worst vacation spot.”

He looked around. The ground wasn’t ground at all; it was cracked glass glowing from underneath. Shadows crawled inside it, like bugs trapped under ice. Above him hung a red sun, huge and slow.

“Riven?” he called. Nothing answered. “Isabella?” Still nothing.

Then a voice said, very calmly, “You fall hard for someone with no wings.”

Sero spun around. Behind him stood **Satan**—same silver hair, same black eyes that looked like they could swallow light. Only now he wore no crown, just a long coat that flickered like smoke.

“You again,” Sero said. “Great. I was just thinking my day needed more evil overlords.”

Satan laughed softly. “You have spirit. Most who arrive here are too busy screaming.”

“Yeah, well, I left my screaming schedule back in Pehirio,” Sero said. “Where *is* this place?”

“This,” Satan said, spreading his arms, “is the heart of Pehirio. Some call it Hell. I call it home.”

Sero looked around at the endless red glass. “Cozy.”

“You’re standing in the afterimage of creation itself,” Satan said, ignoring the sarcasm. “Where the first demons were born. You should feel honored.”

“I mostly feel lost and kind of hungry,” Sero said. “So, what now? You drag me down here just to show off your creepy décor?”

Satan tilted his head, smiling slightly. “You really don’t know what you are, do you?”

“Human? Disaster? Take your pick.”

“You are neither. You are older than my demons. A creature that should not exist anymore.”

“Wow,” Sero said. “Love being told I’m an accident by the King of Evil. Thanks for the confidence boost.”

That actually made Satan laugh. A real one this time. “You’re… amusing,” he said. “Most mortals tremble. You talk back.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of my thing,” Sero said. “Sarcasm: my one superpower.”

Satan took a step closer, studying him. “There’s something about you—raw, untamed. Like the world hasn’t decided what you’re meant to be.”

“Maybe because it’s too busy trying to kill me,” Sero said.

Satan’s smile widened just a little. “Relax, little beast. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Good, because I bite,” Sero said immediately.

That made Satan actually chuckle. “Cute,” he said, almost to himself.

Sero groaned. “Did you just call me cute? Seriously? Is that, like, a demon thing? You insult people and then call them adorable?”

“I simply mean,” Satan said, still smiling, “that your defiance is… refreshing. Most power comes wrapped in fear. Yours comes wrapped in attitude.”

“Yeah, well, you can keep your compliments,” Sero said. “How do I get out of here?”

Satan turned away, his coat dragging shadows with it. “You’ll leave when I decide you understand what sleeps inside you. Until then, Hell is your classroom.”

“Fantastic,” Sero muttered. “Trapped in demon school. Can’t wait for lunch period.”

Satan only smiled. “You’ll find I’m an excellent teacher.”

The ground beneath Sero glowed again, gold this time, answering to his heartbeat. He felt that deep roar inside him again—distant, waiting.

Satan’s eyes gleamed. “There it is,” he whispered. “The creature inside you still remembers me.”

“Great,” Sero said dryly. “So even my inner monster has bad taste.”

Satan laughed again, and the sound rolled through the empty red sky like thunder.

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