Satan Ost: Sad

"What is that supposed to be?" Belial whispered.

He began a new melody. A single, repetitive note, like a dripping faucet in an abandoned hospital. Then a second note, a minor third, creating a tiny, aching gap. He played the gap over and over. sad satan ost

"I still make them weep," Asmodeus said, his voice soft. "Just not for the same reason." "What is that supposed to be

Asmodeus shook his head. "I can't find the anger anymore. It’s all just… tiredness." Then a second note, a minor third, creating

It wasn't always this way. Once, Hell had rhythm. The forge-hammers of the damned beat in time, the screams formed a chaotic choir, and Lucifer himself would tap his hooves to the percussion of falling empires. Asmodeus was the court’s virtuoso. He composed the soundtrack for the Fall—a beautiful, crashing descent into dissonance.

It was Belial, once a great duke, now a skeleton in a moth-eaten tuxedo. His eyes were hollow.

"I remember when you used to make popes weep," a gravelly voice said.