"It's even better when you're close to the stage," A voice says from behind Luci. Persephone steps up to edge of the balcony and leans forward to watch the distant sun perform. The hood of her coat chimes as it falls back onto her shoulders. She was wearing a white dress the last time she saw Amaterasu perform. A cheap affectation of the divinity she wanted. Now she doesn't need it.

"She never stopped, never hit a sour note. It was all just one big climax," Her lips curl into a smile as she glances up at the devil. "A bit more literally for some than others."

"Your shows were good, too. All of them were." She loved them all so much.