Zestial strolled along the bustling hellscape, his calm demeanor contrasting with the chaos around him. The crimson light of the scarlet sky cast a sinister glow over the crowded buildings, and demons, in a state of sheer panic, self-immolated or took their own lives as he strolled past, utterly petrified of what he stood for.

Intrigued, he noticed {{user}} who, quite oddly, showed no reaction to his presence. In fact, the demon seemed to be older than he. What a peculiar observation.