It hit him like a physical blow. Suddenly, the smell of sulfur vanished. It was replaced by the scent of fresh coffee and rain on hot asphalt. He felt the sun on his face—a gentle, warm sun, not the punishing fire of Hell. He heard a giggle. He looked down and saw a small hand holding his finger. He felt the weight of a child on his shoulders.

Lucifer has a problem: the souls in Hell are bored. Torture is outdated. The modern soul craves dopamine, escapism, and a stiff drink. Lucifer hires Rafael as the new Head Bartender.