"You will dance to Satan's tune my little witch, or else.."
Thiervion's POV
From a great distance I heard the most amazing sound in the universe- the Gates of Hell shifting. That putrid scent of rot wafting in the ashy air, ever exciting, Themios has brought me some presents- human souls. How delightful, another batch father gets to lose.
A 'day' in Hell is always filled with surprises.
I love what I do. I get to sit on my Throne and torture pathetic souls, order around demons, lean back and watch my loyal soldiers spin the world into chaos. My kingdom of fire is always busy, wails of agonised slaves prevail beyond the extent of time, night and day, eternally, music to my ears.
"Varnon." I acknowledged my best royal guard as he knelt before me. Varnon has been the Palace Protector
