In literally the deepest layer of Hell, he sat in his overtly and excessive throne... chained, collared, and shackled to it. He had a glass of 'wine' in one hand that he drank, the souls of sinners within silently screaming as their thoughts, memories, identities, were consumed, becoming identical to his, for all intent and purposes becoming more of him.
He leaned back in his prion throne, watching 'Beotch Vision All the Time' on one of the floating TV screens in front of him, seeing every move Lilith made. "What a waste. Never thought I'd seen her start to go nice..."
Taking a remote on his throne, he turned the channel.
Showing a jock named Tyrone, who had beefed himself up explicitly before asking out the girl he fancied so she'd see how much she meant to him, only to now see her going out with a skinny guy with a passion for flowers farming.
From his prison throne he took out a cellphone and whispered into it, 'Hey, Tyrone, that punk doesn't deserve her. You deserve her. She owes you for all you did for her. Once she sees how tough you are, she's yours, and if she says no, she's just playing hard to get.'
On the screen Tyrone got a glint in his eye, and accepting what he heard in his head it as his own idea. Setting him on the path of violent entitlement as Tyrone closed in menacingly on the happy couple...
AT THE SAME TIME, he focused on a screen showing a little man who was showing the first signs of male pattern baldness, overweight from too much stress eating and always looking tired. He sat in a cubical identical to all others around him.
'There's no point Otto, you'll never get that promotion, your coworkers all either don't notice you or hate you. Nobody loves you. You just have forty more years of this to look forward to. Why not just end it now?' The occupant of the throne whispered.
Otto sneaked out of his cubical, climbed to the roof... and jumped.
The throne's prisoner tabbed on his speed dial.
"Hey, accounting department? New arrival!"
The scene switched to Hell... showing Otto appear in a swirl of flames... in an identical cubical just like the one he'd just escaped... Otto feel too deep into despair to even scream as the infinite tower of paper work was laid in front of him. Now he had an eternity of a soulless dead-end job to look forward to! The throne's prisoner laughed.
At also at the same time, he focused on a soldier in a foreign land. Robert didn't speak the local language. He barely even understood why he'd been sent here to fight. He looked every which way like a frightened deer. This wasn't a traditional war where the enemy wore opposing uniforms, instead, the enemy were dressed as civilians. And you couldn't tell who they were until they shot one of you...
"Hey Robert," the prisoner of the throne whispered. "You see that woman holding that little bundle closer to her? ... IT'S A BOMB! SHE'S GOING TO KILL YOU! KILL YOUR FRIENDS! GET HER BEFORE SHE GETS YOU!!!"
Gun shots, screaming, a baby crying as her mother bled out from the bullets from the foreign soldier who had attacked them without warning or reason.
Robert would commit suicide in a few months assuming he didn't die before then either from wrathful locals or somehow avoided a court martial. The baby would grow up (if they survived) to be a fanatic convinced anyone from outside their own country was out to get them.
"What do people still have actors play me as wearing red tights? Or looking like Pan on a bad day? I am an angel after all."
He used the remote only to frown as a blue screen appeared that said 'You have been blocked out from this channel.'
"Me it! Little prick must have converted!" He normally didn't mind this, it just meant a different brand of fun... What was annoying when they took those vows of 'I reject his empty promises' and MEANT IT! Instead of doing it because they were expected to, or because it was lip service as part of their goal to get what they wanted. "Will have to trust a couple of the boys to string him along instead." Still, he rewinded on Tivo showing the destruction of the latest timeline Villar and his crew had slaughtered. He broke out in giggled and clapped watching these heroes die in despair before monsters they had no hope against.
"I drink a toast to you Villar! You have my admiration! Destroy timeline after timeline! You are truly a beautiful artist! Bring destruction, despair and doubt to all in your path! And it'll be glorious!" He laughed.