As our heroes attempt to locate the plague variant of The Black-Eyed Beast and prevent Lucium from discovering its whereabouts and obtaining the final shard, events unfold within the supernatural prison known as The Prism.
Lucifer: He scratched his metallic claw against the floor of his cell, his one good working eye staring down at the runes he attempted to draw, trying anything to escape from this place. His blank white eye flashed red, sparking energy onto the rune, but it just slowly faded; it was useless. "Damn it, why does nothing work in this cursed place!" He slammed his fist into the ground, his black hair waved around from his frustrated movements, and the floor repaired itself upon any damage.
Amon: "Are you done throwing a tantrum..." He stood on the outside of the red holographic barrier, keeping Lucifer inside his cell.
Lucifer: He jolted back, startled by the sudden appearance of this other figure. He recollected himself, standing up before the void being, "Who the hell are you, how did you get in here, better yet, why are you here?..."
Amon: "My presence here doesn't require answers to those questions...besides, you know exactly who I am. We both made a deal with the same person, and we all know each other."
Lucifer: "You're..." He stared deeply into Amon's red surging eyes, "You are Amon, the wielder of his void. Yes, I am aware of who you are. I am also aware of your failure against the assassin."
Amon: "Intentional, master does not wish for attention to be brought to him, or the power he grants us. But I should heavily encourage him to pick better canadites for his powers, you're seriously who he chose to embody his sin? Fucking disgusting..." He spat on the cell where Lucifer's face would have been. "You had one shot to kill Star while he was weakened, and you fucking failed, to be expected from a damn archangel."
Lucifer: "I was outnumbered! That damn purple demon intervened with my plans to lure Star into Hell and kill him! He wiped out everything I worked so hard to obtain, and everything went just as planned, obtaining Satan's power and throne! IT'S THAT CREATURE'S FAULT!" He punched the cell barrier in a rageful state, knowing full well it would hurt his hand.
Amon: He was dragging his nails together until he heard the mention of a purple demon, phasing through the barrier effortlessly, "What purple demon?" He spoke in a stern yet serious tone, putting aside his hateful nature for just a moment.
Lucifer: He took a step back, "Radna, that mysterious figure that appeared out of nowhere, somehow knows everything about this place and Lucium as well."
Amon: "THAT IS THE ONE GUY WE WERE SUPPOSED TO INFORM HIM ABOUT, YOU HAD ONE JOB YOU USELESS FUCK!" He thrust his arm through Lucifer's chest, crushing his sin shard into dust. Lucifer's body turned into ash slowly, leaving only the blood on Amon's arm, but his erupting rage burned it away. "Respectfully sire, let me pick who gets the power of your grace next time, because that was fucking pathetic."
????: A voice spoke from within Amon's head, "How you speak to me...everything is still within motion, everything will still go down how I will it. If we are to find the location of the scepter, we need the events with Lucium to proceed, we need him as a distraction. You have your orders, follow through with my word, find a new candidate."
Amon: "Yes, sire, I will not fail as this one has."