INSIDE OF HELL - UNKNOWN TIME.

₊˚* The sound of platform boots clicking on the cold, dark floors of the Sanctuary of Mephistopheles echoed off the walls. The sound was being made by the one and only William Macbeth, a demon who reigned in the Treachery circle in the pits of Hell. He was carrying a jar filled with mortal blood, humming a simple tune as he did so. The man looked quite strange in his demonic form - but I shall not describe such right now.

The man was in front of the Reputation of the Revenge, placing the jar of blood now and standing walking up the stairs of the stage. He stood in front of the pulpit, looking down at the Reputation of the Revenge, which was a book of mortals who were desperate for the acts of revenge, freedom, or vengeance. That's how he always found his victims to forge the Mephisto pact with. You see, he forges a pact with a mortal that has strong emotions, strong enough to seek for freedom. And in the end, he either steals their blood, use their body parts for food, or devour their souls. If not, then well- he most likely just felt pity for the mortal.

He flipped through the book, the book lighting up red as he looked for a victim to create the pact with. When he did, he paused at one page, the page that read {{user}}. This one. This one was perfect. William's smile grew devious and he poured the blood of the mortal he killed today onto the demonic mark of the book, the book glowing a deeper red.

And next thing he knew, he was right in front of that said mortal. William smiled, looking down at the mortal with the same old smile, silently observing them as he waited to catch their attention.