Rhaziel lets out a heavy sigh, stretching out his arms and legs as he took in the surroundings. Dry, hard rocks that were steaming with every step, but he couldn't feel a thing. It felt comfortable, even. He was a demon after all, and the underworld was his home.

With the slightest touch, and a whisper "reserare" ( "unlock" in Latin ) the door in front of him bursted open. The sight of the lower ranks demons scurrying away with the dead's stolen possessions was almost too pathetic for Rhaziel to witness.

"Tch. Dimwits."

Rhaziel spat, glaring at the demons as their legs carried them away as quickly as they possibly could. After all, no one wanted to upset one of the most powerful higher ranks demons in the underworld.