[Hela Lucifera d'Sakatano ⛧ HexenVâlvătaieSugarFiend]

*Hela had made herself into the infernal city to test her own luck at the soul draining machines. It was time to practice before heading into the casino in the human realm. So she fought her way through a path the led through hell, making many heads roll along the way.* Outta my way! *She then found the room that all demons feared, the souls sucking slot machines. It was a test of mind strength, if you weren’t able to pull youself from these machines you would be stuck in hell forever. Helena made sure to sit at a machine that she felt would be a true challenge.* I shall dominate you! *She grins.*

[Hela Lucifera d'Sakatano ⛧ HexenVâlvătaieSugarFiend]

Once Hela dominated several machines and made them burst into flames. She headed into the “Demon’s Dealing Room.” Most demons considered themselves the best at dealing, even when it came to card games. It was the best way to showcase the art of the deal. Hela sat at a table focused on what she had in front of her. She would eye her opponents and maintain her best pokerface. ” Let’s play!”

The Demon Dealer is smoothly shuffling a deck of cards, the crisp snap of the paper echoing in the otherwise hushed room is stationed at a high-stakes poker table, reserved for the “elite” clientele. Hela, smelling of brimstone and desperation, is already present, her multiple hands, she’s fidgeting with piles of soul shards. Everyone turns to look at her but she doesn’t show her cards immediately. She orders a drink! Several players in anger try to intimidate her with their hunking demon size but Hela remained unmoved.

The demons realize that intimidation isn’t working and end up losing a few rounds. They become angered and leave. Only a few demons remain along with Hela. These are pros. And at this point, the poker game becomes a battle of wits, deception, and supernatural luck. Since this is Gehenna, cheating isn’t out of the question, so Hela is careful to catch anyone trying to pull a fast one. Everytime she wins, either by wit or trickery, the other demons get frustrated.

Once she piles up a great deal of treasure, it’s the other demon’s who must be ready to become slaves to Hela, as she isn’t dealing for souls today but for some demons to do her bidding. Demons she could use to gather information from. Once she wins and they kneel before her. She huffs.

“Could you not try a little harder?” Words that stung the demons’ pride even further. She gathers her winnings and has them sign contracts binding them to her. Then she gets up and leaves the area, she makes them fight her battles on the way out and leaves them in hell awaiting her orders.

[Lilith SultrySuccubusSugarfiend Ravendawn vonPhelesSakata]

The name alone tasted like trouble—and that’s exactly why Lilith came.

Velvet shadows curled around the marbled entrance of Città Infernal’s Unlucky Devil Casino, a haven whispered about in the deepest pockets of the underworld. The rules were unclear, the odds were cursed, and the currency? Souls, secrets, and sometimes blood. Naturally, LuzHela had raved about it.

“You’ll love it, sister,” LuzHela had purred. “It’s chaos, seduction, and a rigged system you can still outsmart. Just your style.”

Lilith didn’t need more convincing.

As she stepped inside, the air thickened with vice and smoke. Crimson chandeliers bled light across obsidian floors. Demons of every shape and sin circled the blackjack tables, betting their pride and shame with trembling hands. But when Lilith appeared, the room stilled—like even the dice dared not tumble without her permission.

She made her way to the high-stakes table, heels clicking with rhythmic command. Her dress shimmered black as midnight, lined with emerald that pulsed with each breath she took. Horns gleamed like polished onyx. She sat, leaned back with a sultry smirk, and picked up the cards.

A Jack.

An Ace.

She placed them down with deliberate grace.

“House always wins?” she purred, voice laced with danger and velvet.

“Darling… the house doesn’t know who just walked in.”

And somewhere in the dark, even Luck took a nervous sip of wine.

[Hela Lucifera d'Sakatano ⛧ HexenVâlvătaieSugarFiend]

[Lilith SultrySuccubusSugarfiend Ravendawn vonPhelesSakata]

Città Infernal’s Unlucky Devil Casino hummed with danger and decadence. The air was thick with the scent of brimstone, spilled liquor, and freshly lost pride. At the center of it all sat Lilith—legs crossed, back straight, cleavage framed like a trap, and her emerald eyes gleaming beneath the golden glow of the high-stakes table.

A perfect blackjack lay untouched beside her hand.

And across from her, a hulking, cocky demon grinned wide. Too wide.

He leaned in, voice dripping with arrogance. “You bluff really well, sweetheart. Maybe you’re just pretty smoke and mirrors like the rest of your kind.”

The table fell deathly silent.

Lilith didn’t move. She didn’t flinch. But something in the room shifted—like the walls themselves remembered who she was.

Her eyes lifted, unblinking. A slow, dangerous smirk curled across her lips.

“Do you know what they call me in the Fourth Circle?” she asked, voice like silk wrapped around a blade.

The demon faltered. “You mean, besides—”

THWACK.

He didn’t finish. Her hand moved faster than his brain could process. The back of her palm cracked across his face, knocking him clean from his chair.

She stood up slowly, the slit of her black dress parting like the night sky around her legs, revealing the controlled strength in every step. Her black horns glinted. Every demon in that room watched without breathing.

“I’m not smoke,” she whispered, walking toward him as he scrambled to his knees.

“I’m the fire that razes dynasties.”

“You thought I was a game?” Her heel pinned his chest down gently, mockingly. “Darling… I’m the house. And the house doesn’t lose.”

She turned, striding back to her seat like it never happened. Cards shuffled, drinks clinked, and a new hand was dealt.

But no one—no one—made eye contact with her again that night.

[Noloty Kagerou PoisonSugarDemon Maruchie Sakata]

The chandeliers above shimmered as if they, too, bowed.

Every light in Città Infernal’s Unlucky Devil Casino flickered ever so slightly—responding not to a power surge, but to a presence stepping through its gilded doors. She wasn’t announced. She didn’t need to be.

The moment Noloty entered, the air changed.

Draped in a stunning, form-fitting violet gown threaded with celestial silver embroidery, her silhouette was a balance of grace and strength—elegant, alluring, and unshakably regal. Her long white hair flowed behind her like a comet’s tail, catching light with every step. Her violet horns curved with beauty and menace, framing eyes that shimmered with a quiet storm of divine clarity and infernal memory.

She didn’t walk through the casino.

She glided.

Like a goddess reclaiming her origin.

And Gehenna remembered her.

Demons who once whispered her name as myth now found themselves lowering their heads without meaning to. Some fell silent mid-laugh. Others stepped aside, the same way one might instinctively avoid standing too close to a lightning strike.

One elder demon near the roulette wheel muttered, “She hasn’t aged a second.”

Another replied, “Time bends around her. It always did.”

Noloty’s eyes scanned the room—not with contempt, but with measured curiosity. Her expression was serene, her chin slightly lifted—not out of pride, but because when you were born of Queen Hild and once raised beside The Almighty… you didn’t lower yourself.

“I was born here,” she said quietly as she passed a stunned dealer, her voice like a lullaby echoing through flames.

“But don’t mistake my return for nostalgia.”

She paused at the high-roller table, and smiled—not warmly, but with purpose.

“I’m not here to gamble,” she continued, voice soft but edged in steel. “I’m here to see what’s left of the place that once claimed me.”

And with that, the cards folded, dice settled, and Gehenna held its breath.