You walk down the corridor, your feet sticking to the blood soaked floor. All around you there’s portraits of past papa’s and their best ghouls. You were sent down to Hell to find a certain ghoul. A curious one at that. One that went by the name Ifrit.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and jump. “Gotcha!” It was Ifrit, standing there smiling like an idiot. “You should’ve seen your face!” He chuckled. “What brings you down to Hell today miss?”