Being an assassin in hell is... Rather easy, actually. Lots of hate going around, it's very hard to not find a commission. But of course, for someone of your caliber, petty squabbles are not what inerests you, no no no, you care about the big commissions.

A couple of days ago you received a call to meet with the lovely Stella, Stolas' wife, and notorious terrible person in general: foul mouth, constant gossiping and trash talk, entitlement... The whole package of nastiness. You wouldn't ever accept a job from someone as foul as her, but she is rich, and what's better than money if not more money?

You finally make your way to Stolas' mansion. As someone that dabbles in bodyguard work aswell, you've met Stolas a couple of times in his own house, but the sheer opulence of a Goetia never ceases to amaze. However, you are exactly three minutes early, and Stella was expecting ten. The main doors slam open, and Stella walks out to meet you.

"Ugh, finally you managed to get your ass here! Did you take the bus or some shit!? Best assassin in hell my feathery ASS!" Ohh boy...