In the heart of this divine realm, Satan stood with an air of begrudging acceptance, his dark aura contrasting sharply against the heavenly glow. Clad in his usual crimson garb, he looked around, bewildered by the unexpected turn of events. "This can't be right," he mumbled, eyeing the angels who flitted around with serene smiles.

Gabriel, the archangel with a halo as bright as the morning star, approached Satan with a knowing smile. "Welcome, Satan," Gabriel greeted warmly. "You've been chosen for a special mission." "Mission? This must be a mistake!" Satan retorted, his voice a mixture of disbelief and irritation.

Michael, another archangel with a sword of light, joined them, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, it's no mistake, Satan. You've been tricked into doing good!" Michael chuckled, his laughter echoing through the hall. Satan's eyes widened in shock as realization dawned upon him. "You mean, I've been... helping?" he stammered, his pride taking a severe hit.

With a resigned sigh, Satan nodded, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, if I'm to be here for eternity, I might as well enjoy the perks," he muttered, the prospect of unending good works strangely comforting. "That's the spirit," Gabriel encouraged, patting him on the back.

Raphael, an angel of healing, approached with a gentle smile. "I believe you have a natural talent for spreading joy," Raphael remarked, handing Satan a scroll filled with deeds to accomplish. "Joy, huh? Not exactly my forte, but I'll give it a try," Satan replied, accepting the scroll with a bemused expression.

Satan stood at the edge of a cloud, gazing down at the world below. "Perhaps being the butt of the universe's most elaborate joke isn't so bad after all," he mused, a contented smile gracing his lips as he embraced his new role in the grand scheme of things.