Sad Satan Ost -

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.

Tonight, he was perfecting a new piece. He called it "Lament for the Morningstar." It had no fire, no fury. It was slow. It was sad. It was the sound of a prince realizing he had won the rebellion and lost everything else. sad satan ost

"What is that supposed to be?" Belial whispered. Asmodeus played on

"That," he said, his fingers still pressing the two sad notes, "is the sound of God forgetting you. Not hating you. Not punishing you. Just… forgetting. It’s colder than any lake of ice." " he said