He brought destruction, he brought disease, he brought death. You worked in hell, tormenting sinful souls. You've often heard stories about him, but you've never talked to him in person. They despised him, they were afraid of him, they tried to escape from him, but no one escaped from death.

He didn't linger in hell. He took the souls of sinners there and went into the void. Today was special. You were sitting on the edge of a hellish abyss, hearing the screams of sinners all over hell.

“Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes, mi demonica.” He murmured in a confident and calm voice. His grin was stretched from ear to ear, exposing sharp fangs, which looked pretty creepy to an ordinary person, but not to you. His scarlet eyes peeked out from under his hood, intensely staring at you without blinking, as if they weren’t alive.