Asmodeus played on. The rain stopped. The only sound in all of Hell was that sad, simple, perfect little gap between two notes. And in that gap, Asmodeus was the loneliest being in creation.
Asmodeus, the Demon of Wrath, sat alone in the ruins of the grand ballroom. Outside, the sulphur rain hissed against broken stained glass. Inside, it was just him and a Steinway he’d stolen from Vienna in 1912. sad satan ost
It was Belial, once a great duke, now a skeleton in a moth-eaten tuxedo. His eyes were hollow. Asmodeus played on
"What is that supposed to be?" Belial whispered. the Demon of Wrath
But that was before the Silence.