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 the glittering height of the 19th-century British Empire — the empire upon which the sun never set — Emperor Draco Malfoy had only recently ascended the throne after the voluntary abdication of his father, Emperor Lucius Malfoy. Though still very much alive, Lucius had grown weary of the endless machinery of state and believed the Empire needed youthful strength and renewed vitality at its helm. And so, at merely twenty-three years old, Draco found himself crowned sovereign of the most powerful empire in the world.
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.