Wild panic and ice still fought for control over Lucifer's celestial blood by the time he touched down in Hell's endless corridors, the ash wafting down from the dark sky to settle on the shoulders of his already-ruffled suit. A demon came careening towards him, her eyes lit up with joy, but he brushed past her and her effusive welcome-backs.

Duke.

He knew where Duke's door was.

He rushed between dark pillars. Past a hundred doors. Past Daniel's door.

And then there it was: unassuming, rickety, free of chains. He reached for the handle blindly.