The keys to Hell have fled in one direction. Retribution scurried away in another. Melkor and I stood on the edge of it all, staring at a mountain that held a secret. One we’re prepared to unearth, even if it means taking Hell’s control in our hands. But the keys are more than metal and power. They are a balance. A charge, drawing all the hate and the hurt in the world, creating Hell where ever they lay. So what happens when Hell we know of becomes a void? What happens when poles shift and Hell is drawn to a different place. A place where there was once laughter, a place where there was once life. And what happens to the Lord of Hell when he has no dominion to rule? When only things left behind in a vacant world is emptiness and loss? We are the protectors of the mortal realm. Tasked by the Lord of Hell himself. But Lucifer’s in trouble. Hell is falling. And God is p*ssed.