The Severed Fate of the Princess of Hell

<Year 1185 - End of the Heian period>

In the cellar of the Emperor's castle, one could see many people gathering. In one of the cells, a chained man could be seen, with dozens of cuts on his body, oozing blood. 

"Ryomen Sukuna! For your crimes committed during your rule, you have been sentenced to death by a thousand cuts, like you yourself have sentenced hundreds of villages."

The gathered warlords, consultants, and even some village leaders grinned viciously, some even laughed out loud. The Emperor among them, looked solemnly at his old friend, a single tear rolled down from his eyes.

"What could I have done to change your ways?" he asked, silencing the crowd immidiately.

"How could you have commited so many atrocities? So many innocent lives, taken! So many families destroyed! WHY?!" he raged, blaming himself, for giving power to such a demented person, for trusting him.

"Heh." Sukuna broke the echoing silence that settled in the cellar.

"Why you ask? This life is an illusion, you fool. The real power lies beyond, in the after life." his mad words drew questioning glances from the crowd, and even from the Emperor. "Mark my words you insects! I will be reborn as a curse upon this land! I will take what is RIGHTFULLY MINE! AND I WILL KILL EVERYONE WHO STANDS IN MY WAY!!!" his scream was almost deafening at the end, his mad eyes darting around the room, memorizing everyone in the crowd, so he could exact vengence upon them.

The executors, scared out of their minds, started making deeper and deeper cuts, as more and more blood spilled onto the floor of the cell.

Feeling his body weakening, he looked up, his eyes locked onto the only person who dared to look directly at him. After a deep breath, he yelled his last words, not just to the person, but to the whole word, the heavens, the hells, and everything outside.

"LET US CURSE EACH OTHER UNTIL THE END OF TIMES!!"

His eyes opened wide, but he could only see darkness. His mouth opened wide, but he could not breathe or talk. He knew it was the end. And right when he accepted death, he heard a distant chuckle "Heh heh...This one looks interesting."

<In the Morningstar Mansion, in Hell>

"Well...that was certainly entertaining, but this little bundle of hellfire needs to go to bed, don't you think so dear?" Lucifer stood up from the comfortable couch, stretching his limbs and wings.

After a small chuckle and mumbling, Lilith stood up as well "Ahh yes dear, we'll have a long day tomorrow, that is for sure."

Young Charlie looked up at his father, eyes shining with curiosity "Daddy, do you think his soul would have a chance for redemption?"

Cold sweat ran down Lucifer's back, as he quickly tried to silence his daughter, but Lilith already heard it. "Ohh dear!" her silky voice cut through the tension, but it was far from calm. It sounded more like a vulcano about to erupt. "Charlie dear, please go upstairs, I will be there in a second, just need to talk to Daddy over here..." her voice trailed, as her gaze bore through Lucifer's soul.

As Charlie went upstairs, and was about to close the doors of her room, she heard distant yelling. "I can't believe you are still on about that! I told you not to fill MY daughter's head with your IDIOTIC ideas about redemption!" Lilith fumed. "...our daughter..." Lucifer said meekly, not daring to look at his wife, fearing the worst.

"DON'T YOU DARE! SHE is the future queen of HELL, and you're trying to make her see rainbows and unicorns! If the other Overlords get word of this, all of hell will rise up against us." Lilith kept yelling, unaware that their daughter could hear the whole thing.

Charlie, afraid of what her mother just said, quickly hopped on her bed, and covered herself head to toe with a blanket, as tears started to gather in her eyes. She didn't want to cause trouble for her parents, but her mother seemed very stressed lately.

She suddenly felt a hand rest on hear head through the blanket. "So you heard that, huh?" Lucifer asked softly, to which Charlie weakly nodded. "You know we only want the best for you, and that we will always love you no matter what, right?" Lucifer tried to reassure his daughter. "For now, go to sleep, and let your dreams run wild. Tomorrow we will talk about this if you want, but it's getting late. Goodnight, little princess." Lucifer said with a smile, gently petting her head one last time, before standing up.

Charlie quickly uncovered herself, and with uncertainty in her voice, asked "Do you truly think there is a chance at redemption?" her eyes red and wet from tears, cheeks puffed up.

Lucifer turned around, holding onto the door, with a conflicted look on his face. He thought for a second, looked Charlie in the eyes, and with a sad expression said "I'm afraid not, my sweet daughter. Not everyone can be saved. Not everyone wants to be saved. Some people just want to see the world burn." putting on his fatherly smile one more time, he gently closed the door.

<The next day>

Lilith has spent most of her time in her laboratory. Both Lucifer and she had a special room in the house, where noone else but them could enter. Lucifer's room was more akin to a workshop, where he constantly worked on different toys for Charlie, and his "pathetic redemption project" as Lilith liked to call it. Lilith's room was a laboratory, filled with books, materials, different equipment, from alchemy, to even not yet invented tools of chemistry.

Before her on the floor were a bunch of complicated symbols marked on the floor with chalk, that eminated a slowly pulsing red glow. Around the smybols, were dead demons, their throat and skin sliced hundreds of times. They lay seemingly in random places, but they were in exactly the position Lilith wanted them to be. She murmured in a low voice, an incantation in a language made up by grunts, roars, and other guttural sounds.

"Y' ymg' uln, ahf' llll ah'lw'nafh ah'n'ghayar, ahf' mgehyenah shuggog. Ah'hri ya ulnah, uh'enah syha'h. Ahe ya uln, Ryomen Sukuna!" as she finished the incantation, the glow got brighter, and the dead bodies turned into puddles of blood as a thick smoke enveloped the room.

After a while, she could feel a presence forming right before her, in the smoke. She quickly used her magic to clear the room of smoke, and witnessed the birth of the strongest overlord Hell has ever seen. And She was it's master.

"Welcome to hell, Sukuna." she said softly, a vicious smile forming on her face.