The woman introduced herself as Satania. I knew her from the reports—one of the Princesses of Hell who had laid waste to this world a century ago. She was said to be the most formidable of all the Princesses, with magical power and strength that surpassed any normal human's capacity. The sheer ease with which she obliterated the carrier with what looked like a simple spell was a testament to her might. Even the usually brash captain was visibly shaken, her bravado melting away as she trembled in fear.
Satania descended to the ground, her smirk radiating a chilling confidence. To my surprise, she was smaller than I had expected. Her fangs gleamed wickedly, and her tail, moving with a sinuous grace, flicked back and forth.
