It was a fairly normal day in Hell. It was pretty peaceful. Until it wasn't. Until Y/N walked around the market, going from vendor to vendor, wearing a possession that wasn't her's. Lucifer Morningstar's crown sat on her head, crooked, leaning to one side, a bit oversized, while she walked around casually, like there was no change.
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@claire_komThe Pentagram City market was humming, the usual chaos of screaming vendors, sizzling grill smoke, and the occasional shriek of a soul being repossessed.
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