Shiver and awe ran wild as Binsfeld's Seven Princes of Hell reached its destined end.
In the bar of the Warden of Hell, Lucifer was agonizing.
"It's over."
How was he going to spend his Friday and Saturday evenings now?
He was devasted.
"Charlene," — He turned to the woman standing a few feet away — "you will need to pick up the slack. If I get bored, you will suffer for it."
The miserable woman shivered.
In the house of NeRen, Su-Bin clinked her glass with Ha-Yun's.
"What an episode."
"What a show."
Hee-Su and Hana were making a big deal out of everyone's deaths. Hee-Young was crying for Sarah. Sunny was busy changing her phone wallpaper to Asmodeus's picture.
Aware of her surroundings, Cecile quietly whispered to Lenny, "Will we have to watch that boring drama Hee-Young acted in from now on?"
"Is it still going? I thought it was over." Lenny glanced at their youngest member. "I would rather follow the Binsfeld brothers to Hell than watch that atrocity."
