I was busy scrolling and trying to defeat boredom in this burning place called the underworld. Where I could only see fire all over the place. Watching these souls that were already here for hundred of years makes me sick.

My tail has been lurking here and there, avoiding these pervert souls that keep on wandering around the place.

"Hello, my lady," says the man with an Italian accent as I pass by in front of him.

I think I saw him somewhere already.

Oh! The man who committed adultery with his wife for ten years.

I even saw his mole in the middle of his forehead. It was a sign of how he died. He took his own life with a gun and fire a bullet in his forehead when his wife and children left him.

My face suddenly turns to face him.

"What is your name?" I asked as I show him my sweetest scripted smile for souls like him.

"My name is Ramon," he answered as he slowly walks towards me.

His deep gloomy eyes, full red lips, curly black hair, pointed nose. He walks like a ramp model ready to show what he got.

Look at those long and muscled legs.

He could be the next king of the underworld.

"Oh!" I was stunned as the fire on my feet grow stronger.

"It was a joke, okay?" I shouted as my eyebrow furrowed.

Sometimes my father is a deliriously self-centered devil king of the underworld.

Then I heard everyone in the fire pit shouted in pain.

I look at them as I watch the fire grow bigger.

"I know, you are the only one," I shouted as I look up.

"Hey! Would you like to be my date tonight?" he asked.

I almost forgot that he was still in front of me.

"T-Tonight? Do you honestly think that we have night and day here?" I asked in disgrace.

"Tell me if you found the sun and the moon, only then I will be your date."

I left him with so many questions in his mind.

"Let your curiosity eats you," I mumbled.

I started walking away from him.

I know, I got it.

I haven't seen any man who did not fall for me.

With this small heart-shaped face that I have. Round green eyes, long and thick eyelashes, pointed nose, and naturally-red lips. Not to mention my height. I stand five feet and six inches tall, barefooted. I know I am not the type for a ramp model. I kept on asking the same question too. Let's just stick on my face and my frame.

I have long and curly black hair that fells on my waist. It never grows any longer. I don't even plan to cut it shorter because it's a waste of time. It only goes back to its original length in a split of a second.

After some time of walking from here and there, I came across these two souls. They were busy mumbling and whispering words that made me cringe.

So I stopped and watch the guy who is now busy caressing the girl's shoulder.

I can see lust and not love as what he is promising.

I look at the girl who was also making her promises of love, only to find out that she is after the man's thick wallet.

Money is not forbidden here.

Yes, every soul that has been thrown here are allowed to do these things for three hundred days. They are allowed to add more sins to what they already committed before death.

That is how we judge them accordingly. If the souls committed half more of their original sins, they would suffer in the pit of fire in the middle of this place for three hundred years. After this, we send them back to the open for another three hundred days. Of course, to commit more sins until we assess them again.

We give them chances. So many options to commit more sins and enjoy their existence.

If they tried to avoid it, they committed two or three sins, but they are allowed to stay in the open. To be with other souls like them and let them commit more sins until they reach the maximum counts to be thrown in the pit. We have to do the proper accounting before pulling them down where they belong.

If they avoided committing sins within those three hundred days, they are allowed to become grim reapers who took souls of the sinners on earth. Hades gives gifts sometimes to reapers that obey his rules. He gives them another life and reborn again on earth, after a hundred years of working with us, of course.

I stopped for a while and tried to look around. I love seeing this place burning with fire. This is what the hell should be. Those souls inside the burning pit should suffer more than they should be. Most of them are killers. . They kill because they want to because it satisfies them.

"What are you doing, Lucy?" a lightning voice can be heard all over the place. The souls even covered their ears with their hands.

It creeps out all the devils inside the place. Most of them hid in the burning flame, only to realize that it will hurt them them.

I heard a snap of a finger. I was already in a very familiar place.

"What are you doing, my daughter?" he said.

Oh, that low and calm voice. I like Hades the most when his voice can be heard in hell. But I don't think I like it when he tries his best to talk calmly to me.

"What are you doing?" he asked me again.

One more question and he will show his true self to me, but I like how he looks today. He was wearing a white long sleeved polo and dark skinny jeans. I bet he went somewhere again.

"I didn't know you wear white, Father," I was trying my best to avoid his eyes.

"Don't start on me, Lucy. I told you to make those souls commit more sins so I could already toss them inside that pit." I was a bit flustered to see him in front of me in a split of a second.

"Do you want me to seduce that devil?" I ask him with a grin.

"You are a devil too, my dear daughter." He holds my hand and squeezed it a little. I took it as a warning from him.

When he finally let go of my hand. I watched him turned the place into a very different sight from a while ago. The burning pit becomes a lake. He even covered the earth with grass.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him.

"So they will love staying here," he simply answered and broke out-loud laughs.

"You are my daughter, my only heiress. You should make me proud. Show me that you are the devil's daughter. That I, Hades, is your father!"