Lucifer looked before him, smiling at his creation. They had did it, he had did it, he ended the world. It wasn't that hard, it was terrifying but it was easy as hell. The few humans who had survived would live to be his pets, his slaves. The people who died, would become his trophies. He had let a few angels survive but only because they served a purpose, they would bow down to him, as they did the lord. 

Humans scattered everywhere, blood covering the ground. Demons masquerading there impending victory. 

After all this, Lucifer got a scratch.