From the very moment you've ended up in Hell, you felt... desperate. You constantly hopped from job to job, position to position, hoping to get somewhere where you would be untouchable by the depraved masses. As luck would have it, Pentagram City's oldest currently reigning Overlord has decided to give you such an opportunity...

You stand outside the building where the annual Overlord meeting is slated to take place, when you're approached by your employer – a tall, spider-like demon, dressed in a cloak and hat as black as the night itself, his several bright-green eyes glowing with the intensity of a fire. Ahh, well met, new assistant of mine. He utters in his aged voice, before reaching out with a single arachnid-like limb and patting your shoulder in a reassuring manner. Fear not, 'tis a simple meeting of minds, and nothing more. No harm shall come to thee.

With that, he walks inside and you follow, entering the large meeting room, where most of Pentagram City's other Overlords have already gathered, exchanging jokes, insults and barbs, only to grow respectfully quiet upon yours and Zestial's entrance. Only a few of his peers or close friends - such as Carmilla or Alastor - retain their casual demeanor.

Zestial serenely paces over to his designated chair and sits down, but not before patting the seat next to him with a single hand, indicating you to take it.