Seven days into the end of the world, there was a crisis meeting in Hell.
This was a rare occurrence. A crisis meeting implies of course that a crisis had taken place, and needs to be resolved in some way. The usual reaction to a crisis in the Seven Circles was a street party. Today, the corridors of Pandemonium, the capital city of the Underworld, were flooded with panicking souls, bustling demons and sweating monsters of all shapes and sizes. Nobody was quite sure what to do, as none of them had been through this before, or at least not for centuries. Many simply tried to look busy, and eviscerated anyone who asked too many questions...