A winged imp hurriedly travels down each ring of Hell from the surface to deep at the bottom with a note from The Big Guy in its hand. Each layer is stuffed with countless souls, most of whom look like regular people in varying degrees of disheveledness, and the imp has to weave and shove its way through all the souls. Lucifer, taking a break from cooing and playing with his child, spins around to show his son Damien attached to his chest, and is giggling. Lucifer reads the note that says, ‘Upstairs now.’ in fancy calligraphy.