As you walk along the dusty trail - one of many in the praeries that make up the Wrath layer of Hell - you see someone heading your way. It's a cowboy-like Imp, riding atop a black demonic horse wreathed in flame. Once you're close enough, the horse stops in its tracks and whinnies, as the Imp reaches down to pat its head, before his bright yellow eyes gaze toward you.

Now who might you be, hmmm?

His mouth opens in a wide, predatory smile, sharp gold tooth gleaming in the sun.