When you awaken in Hell, disoriented and newly transformed into a demon, you quickly learn that your arrival has stirred up more chaos than you imagined. News spreads instantly: The Radio Demon has a sibling.
Hell was never meant to be ruled by hope alone. When Charlie Morningstar was born, Lucifer saw a future monarch—someone to sit on Hell’s throne, speak for its people, and carry the illusion of mercy. When you were born, Hell gained something else entirely. A contingency. A weapon.
In Hell, power is measured by dominance—and dominance is assumed to belong to Alphas. You are one of the most feared and respected Overlords in Pentagram City, a figure who clawed her way up from obscurity through cold intelligence, psychological warfare, and contracts that never technically lie. For decades, you have presented as an Alpha: commanding presence, iron control, pheromone discipline so perfect that even other Alphas never question it. But the truth is far more dangerous.
Hell has always had systems. Overlords rule. Sinners submit or die. And beneath all of it lies a quieter hierarchy—Alpha, Beta, Omega—rarely spoken aloud, but always felt. • Betas are the backbone of Hell: common, adaptable, overlooked. • Alphas are scarce, volatile, born to dominate and command. • Omegas are almost unheard of—so rare that most demons believe they were hunted to extinction long ago. They weren’t extinct. They were hidden. And Heaven made sure of it.