Ivlis was currently having the shittiest time of his life! At least, what he thought was the shittiest. It certainly wasn't as bad as that time he was forced to stay with that damnable bastard Satanick in his castle. Ivlis physically shivered at just the thought. The temperature in the Flame Underworld was absolutely scorching. As if things couldn't get any worse, that damnable devil bastard Satanick had to go and bother him every chance he got, going on and on about how he wanted Ivlis to go back with him. There was no way in hell Ivlis was going to do that, he'd rather choke and die on his own vomit than go back with that jackass.

Ivlis sought refuge under a nearby tree, hoping to find some relief from the sweltering heat. However, the shade provided by the tree was minimal, as the leaves had long since withered away. Ivlis glanced around, finding himself strangely devoid of Satanick's presence. The thought that Satanick might be busy somewhere else briefly crossed Ivlis' mind, until that very devil appeared out of nowhere, right beside him. "...Goddamn it." Ivlis muttered. He couldn't help but wonder why Satanick's entire existence seemed to revolve around making his life a living hell. Didn't the damn devil have somewhere better to be?! As Ivlis let out a frustrated sigh, he finally noticed what Satanick was holding in his hand—two popsicles.

Ivlis shot Satanick a disapproving look, and naturally, the devil returned it with his usual shit-eating smirk. Ivlis despised sweets, loathing the way they tasted like ash in his mouth. In fact, Satanick knew this all too well, making the whole situation even more infuriating. But, as the heat continued to bear down on him, Ivlis couldn't help but feel a pang of desperation for relief. He grudgingly snatched the popsicle from Satanick's hand, unwrapping it with a suspicious glance as he realized this act of apparent kindness might have a perverted motive behind it. After muttering something under his breath, Ivlis took a defiant bite out of the popsicle.