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It was Belial, once a great duke, now a skeleton in a moth-eaten tuxedo. His eyes were hollow.

The piano wept.

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. sad satan ost

"I remember when you used to make popes weep," a gravelly voice said.

Asmodeus, however, found his escape in the music. He practiced for an audience of zero. It was Belial, once a great duke, now

"I still make them weep," Asmodeus said, his voice soft. "Just not for the same reason."

He placed his claws on the keys. Not to summon fire, or to break minds, but to play the Nocturne in C-sharp minor . His fingers, built to tear spines, moved with a gentleness that would have shocked Heaven. Asmodeus played on

As he played the final, trembling chord, he heard a shuffling behind him. He didn't turn.