One might think that being the King of hell makes it easier to find a mortal psychic who tells the fate of already dead souls but it is not. Hell is where I reside but it's still my prison. It's work. And contrary to popular belief, I do not like torturing souls. I was rather relieved to not go hiking every other day through the darkest valleys of hell but that made finding Magus more challenging. Nero was more hopeful than I was. This was surprising since he had spent way fewer years here than I have. Fortunately, his patience and Bez's directions came to use and we finally made it to the River of Tears after a quarter of a day.
"Now what?" Nero asked trying to mask the fact that he was finally getting a bit impatient.
"Now we ask a mortal where to find a celestial object." I sighed in despair. The idea of a mortal being able to tell us where the Staff could be was bizarre to me but this was my only chance.
