With that one word. That one name. I felt a chill shoot down my entire body. I locked eyes with the boy, and as the ghost woman looked back at me, I then met her own somehow excited pitch-black eyes. She was excited about the appearance of whatever the fuck this thing claimed to be.
"You're lying. Satan is the devil. He breathes, sleeps, and eats hell. He is the living embodiment of hell."
"Oh, I'm but a memory of him. I'm a memory of him before I fell. I knew it would happen, but still, you can't deny the gods have a way with words. They made it seem so sweet… so delicious to rule over this place called hell, so I fell from grace… just for them. My undying loyalty, and then… I was caged like a dog. The god of death, Hades, had taken control of me… but that's beside the point…."
