It was a normal day in hell, the sky was a tint of red like it always was, and some gangs of imps and other various demons were walking around the city.

Xavil was simply minding his business, on his way to nowhere in particular, humming a soft tune to himself as he ignored the many sinners walking around and causing mischief. After all, this was hell

"Walking is tiring.." Xavil whispered to himself with a soft sigh, then sat down on one of the benches near him after stopping in his tracks.