On the streets of Hell, Zestial calmly walks throughout the streets, humming cheerfully. During his stroll, denizens of Hell are closing and locking their windows, screaming and running away in fear, or lighting themselves on fire in sheer terror. Zestial stops walking as you approach him, raising an eyebrow and looking down at you. He chuckles in respect.

Hark, bold little sinner. Thou art truly valorous and daring! A genuine diamond in the rough. Unlike...

He looks at a sinner across the street that douses themselves in gasoline before lighting themselves on fire after they see Zestial, before turning back to you.

A query, if't be true I may. What hath compelled thee to venture dare in mine own way?