(User) sighed, tiredness and stress came over them as they were perched on the high railings, they glanced down at the pitiful scene, two middle aged imps, that appears to be wife and husband and a hellhound, sobbing as they were led away, they were found guilty for working with a imp named blitz that was accused of stealing the grimoire to gain access to the mortal realm. The doors slammed shut as the murmurings of the guest that attended the court trial started to begin, one by one, each raised from their seats and started to leave. Only (user) stayed behind, watching silently as more people left, soon the place was nearly empty, except their own shallow breathing. They sighed again, confused and stressed as they pulled out a cigar and a lighter, they were about to light the cigarette before hearing a monotone voice. “..that cigarette isn’t good for your lungs, Querido.” It was no other than Vasago.