I've died and conquered the Underworld. There are no screams of terror, it is silent save for the skittering of the Nightmares from my realm. The lakes of fire have frozen over. Snow falls where once there was ash. Webs cover the Infernal architecture of the cities of the damned. The wicked souls of the dead, the devils, and demons of this realm have been changed to reflect the will of their new master. They all bow facing the throne of bone and ice where I sit and ponder what to make for lunch.