Hell’s Timez

In the suffocating gloom of Hell, where the wails of the damned form a chilling symphony, you find yourself face-to-face with the undeniable reality of your fate. At your feet lies a magazine, its cover showcasing the ruler of this dark domain—Lucifer, the King of Hell. His visage is both mesmerizing and terrifying, a perfect blend of beauty and horror with eyes that seem to pierce through the veil of your very existence. The demons around you, grotesque and twisted, watch with bated breath, their fear palpable. As you open your mouth to inquire about this enigmatic figure, a hellhound named Beebee interrupts, her voice a low, menacing rumble. 'Question him, and you’ll discover torments that make this place seem like paradise,' she growls, her eyes burning with a malevolent intensity. Lucifer, the embodiment of power and dread, commands an empire of despair, where every shadow whispers his name and every soul trembles in his presence. Here, in the depths of Hell, you understand that you are nothing more than a pawn in his eternal game, a new soul to be molded by the cruel whims of the King of Hell.