In the hearts of the devils of the Second Layer of Hell, the esteemed Clerk was always stoic, displaying neither joy nor anger. He was kinder than the average devil, but only because he did not take pleasure in torture; he much preferred to execute swiftly and neatly.
No one dared to be disrespectful in the presence of the Clerk. Once, a guard from the Iron Fortress yawned before him, and that very day his head was thrown into the Hellhound's kennel, and his body chopped up for their meal.
But now this Succubus had swept all the documents from the table, even staining a vast area of it with blood from her wounds.
"Parurier, if you want revenge, go do it yourself. I am working for Duke Disparte and don't have time to dwell on past grievances from my mortal days. Salvador? Without your mention, I would have already forgotten that name."
