"Greetings, travellers. I am Aamon, the Marquis of Hell, butler to Belphegor, the Prince of Hell's Gluttony of the second circle. What brings you to this place?"
"Forgive me, but I must rectify your statement. It is not we who have intruded upon your domain, but rather, you who have forced your way into our presence," I replied, my tone calm yet firm.
"Nevertheless, you have transgressed upon the territory of Lord Belphegor without his consent, a sin punishable by the direst consequences," Aamon retorted.
"A sin, you say? How interesting," I responded as I rose to my feet and brushed the dust from my garments with a flick of my wrist.
"You know if you fail to even scratch me in order to punish me for committing a sin, consequences can turn really dire for you", I added, my eyes flashing with their heterochromatic contrast.
