Song recommended: Come Fly With Me By Ruelle
The sound of his feet stepping on the hot surface wasn't loud nor did it react it anyway. He moved in a calculated measure as he walked towards the castle. His body adjusting to the heat. He had grown up here, become used to the screams and the cries. Become used to the different kinds of torture that constantly changed to make sure that every soul damned in Hell would never adjust to it.
He had been in charge for years and made sure to for fill every desire that the King had requested. He saw no flaw in what they did, the living were in charge of their choices but the world had constantly blamed them for their choices. Yes, they had done a few things but all they did was offer the desire, the living had the choice.
And a choice was a powerful tool that the angels couldn't get a chance to taste.
