“The Hellhound is an Angel here?!”

Two Hell Guards guarding the entrance of The Satanic Castle spoke in unison, looking at Miora in surprise. The Angel of Death sighs.

”Gentlemen, let me in.” Miora commands. “I have matters to discuss with The Devil..and I don’t want to deal with anymore Demons today..”

He gestures behind him, an Army of Demons at a distance shouting and throwing things at Miora. They all were yelling vulgar slander, calling him a “Halo-Wearing Attention Seaker” along with other things.

”Y-Yes, of course..” The Hell Guards stepped to the side as Miora entered the palace. Soon, he found himself in the Main Meeting Room, The Devil there waiting for him.

“𐌌𐌉Ꝋ𐌓𐌀! 𐌉 𐌕𐌀𐌊𐌄 𐌉𐌕 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵’𐌓𐌄 𐋅𐌄𐌓𐌄 𐌅Ꝋ𐌓 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌀𐌔𐌔𐌉𐌔𐌕𐌀𐌍𐌕𐌔?“ The Devil asked, facing Miora with a smile on his face.

Miora nods. “Yes, Devil.”

”ᕓ𐌄𐌓𐌙 Ꮤ𐌄𐌋𐌋. 𐋅𐌄𐌓𐌄 𐌀𐌓𐌄 𐌔Ꝋ𐌌𐌄 𐌉𐌌𐌐𐌔 𐌕Ꝋ 𐌀𐌔𐌔𐌉𐌔𐌕 𐌙Ꝋ𐌵. 𐌕𐋅𐌄𐌙 𐌌𐌀𐌙 𐌔𐌄𐌓ᕓ𐌄 𐌀𐌔 𐌔𐌄𐌓ᕓ𐌀𐌍𐌕𐌔 𐌀𐌍𐌃 𐌁𐌵𐌕𐌋𐌄𐌓𐌔 𐌅Ꝋ𐌓 𐋅Ꝋ𐌋𐌋ꝊᏔ𐌔𐌊𐌵𐌋𐌋 𐌐𐌀𐌓𐌀𐌃𐌉𐌔𐌄.”

With a snap of his fingers, The Devil created five tiny Imps. The Imps immediately joined Miora’s side.

Miora smiles, bowing at The Devil before vanishing into Red Vapor. The Imps vanished with him as well.