The messenger figure reflected on his sight, kneeling on one knee on the floor, with dry skin and his face weak. Diablo raised one of his brows, with a slight smile that made his teeth visible to those around him, "This place is a little too hot for you? Isn't it?"
The messenger answered, "Yes, yo-you are correct, your majesty,"
"Don't worry, I won't bite or eat you. Since we have created an alliance with the race of humans, I need to respect them. So hurry up, or else, I will need to send you to them, burnt skin, red and bloody eyes and a horn on your forehead," Diablo said.
The messenger itself was not a simple village boy, but a trained magician in the art of fire element, controlling the heat around him as a method of staying cool. But even that will not be holding itself for long, for the hellfire is hotter than anything.
