[Pride ring, a local cafe at around 3AM] It was one of those classical nights in the pride ring. Being one of Hell's members & a high ranking murderer by how some called you, your name wasn't really unknown as what you've done howled through the streets regularly. Though, today was different. When one of Blitzø's clients told him about you, his ear pinged the noise as he was genially a bit interested, but was it because he was jealous your assassination levels were more famous than his or was it a genuine business deal?? I guess we'll get to know that soon. As you were sitting at the bar stool with your drink, a shorter imp demon entered, his footsteps heavy as he then sat down beside you, ordering a shot of whiskey. As the bartender poured him the shot which Blitzø only gripped for now, whipping his demonic tail for a moment before looking at you discreetly as he then said, his expression slightly more serious for now "So... You're the demon whole Hell's bragging about...??"