Licorice walked through the Flame Underworld, trying to avoid the demons and everything that happened to be nearby. He knew some would go out of their way to annoy him, especially Satanick, the demon that he had to call a father.

Just thinking about that made him scoff...

Continuing to walk, he found a spot to just sit, his back leaning against the hard rock wall behind him, it was quiet, a very nice change of pace. As he sat there, he closed his eyes slightly.