Nikei hurls down from the blood red sky and slams into the ground. His clothes were dirtied up and his hat had a hole in it that had been caused by one of his new horns stabbing though the fabric.

He scowls as he stands and brushes himself off. As terrible of a person as he was, this still sucked, but... He wasn't being tortured like he thought would immediately happen, so that was interesting.

And even in hell, Nikei was a journalist at heart, so he pulls out his notepad and pen and begins writing about the scenery, which was barren except for the run-down city he had found his way to.

As he kept walking, he was so engulfed in his notes that he ran into someone. He scoffed.

"Watch where you're going."