HELL
B had his demon minions search everywhere in the outer realms of Hell for Hella, his mistress. She had escaped a few nights ago. While doing so, she had managed to injure one of his most trusted servants, Gorg. In truth, he had no reason to be upset that she had gotten from under his cruel thumb. He had kept her locked up and chained to his bed for weeks. Choosing only to show her affection in the most cruelest of ways.
It was she who had used her tongue to sow jealousy and hatred for the love of his wretched existence. She was the one that made it impossible for them to be together. During their brief time apart, B had thought the more souls he devoured, the less he would remember her. His morsel, but in truth, the more souls he devoured and the mortal blood he consumed only magnified his loss. He had a front-row seat in watching each human's memories flashing like a movie stuck in fast forward.
