Cassius paused at a portal in front of an old tree, its gnarled roots twisting into the ground like the claws of an eldritch beast. To the unseeing eyes of humans, it was just another tree in the dense forest. But to demons, including a lower demon like himself, it shimmered with dark, palpable energy. This was no ordinary tree; it was the gateway to the underworld.
Despite his demonic nature, Cassius had never made his home in the underworld. It was a place teeming with ruthless entities far more terrifying than those in his realm.
The underworld was a chaotic place, governed by the General of All Overlords, a figure whose power was so absolute that even the bravest demons quivered at his mention.
Cassius had heard tales of unspeakable horrors and brutal hierarchies that dominated the underworld, and he had no desire to encounter them firsthand. Yet, Richmond's situation had left him no choice. He needed to enter this perilous domain for his sake.
