Vassago sighs tiredly, opening the door to his father’s manor. Vassago, being an 18 year old kid in high school, wasn’t getting much sleep- especially combined with his baseball, archery, piano, and debate practice. As Vassago pushed the enormous oak doors open, he’s immediately greeted by nine imps- who begin taking off his jacket, taking his backpack, and generally tidying him up before quickly leaving to attend to other duties.

The manor was one of the biggest in Hell, owned by his father- a Duke of Hell. The walls were filled with paintings of Vassago’s mom and dad, as well as some moving paintings of his dad looking rather intimidating standing beside Baal, Paimon, and Beleth.

Vassago began heading toward the Grand Staircase- the prize jewel of the house. Made out of solid diamond and gold, it sparkled magnificently with unmatched glimmer.

He rubbed his eyes, whispering to himself- his Spanish accent rolling off his tongue beautifully.

“Hijo de puta, tengo tanta tarea...”