Baator Hell Promotion

Chapter 13: Do You Want to Make a Deal?

Harp immediately recognized it as a hook demon. This also showed that Charlotte had reached the end of her rope. Most Baatezu demons from Hell could forcibly summon demons of lower levels to assist them, but the cost was often greater than immediate death.

"Nine Hells," the newly summoned Barbed Devil was shocked when he saw the situation clearly. He cursed angrily, "May you fall into chaos forever and never be able to ascend. You want me to fight the Lantern Envoy?"

"I'll stop the one with wings, you just need to help me kill the half-dead guy on the bed." Charlotte was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. His forehead was covered with sweat. Ayaz had already dispelled the curse and was ready to attack.

The Hook Demon didn't wait for him to say it a second time. Bullying the weak was the nature of the devils, and at such a close distance, he was confident that even if someone tried to stop him, he and Lao Bansai would be cut in half together.

However, at this moment, a vague voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"The Harvester has been dimensional-anchored by the Lantern Master and can't teleport. You don't have any, so if you don't leave now, are you going to die?"

The Barbed Demon glanced back, just in time to see the Harvester Demon's last phantom's head smashed. Charlotte, distraught, took advantage of the moment to distance herself, ducking under the desk. The Barbed Demon felt his veins throbbing. His long-standing discipline and belligerent nature made him eager to join the fight, but the risk of being wiped out made him hesitate.

Claire was sensitive to his hesitation and didn't want to miss this opportunity. Although she didn't know why the devil hesitated suddenly, she decisively recited the spell on the tip of her tongue.

"Ishtar!" Dark blue lightning exploded between the two of them, hitting the hooked demon's abdomen covered with green scales. The impact of the explosion made the hooked demon retreat several steps, and the petite woman was directly thrown to the other side of the bed.

"Stupid woman!" Hap almost yelled in anger. The little devil can concentrate magic power in words and make hints to others. It was he who just shook the Barb Demon. Seeing that the Barb Demon with low IQ was about to be deceived, her self-will made everything almost in vain. The invisible little devil was running around in a panic. Edim had just climbed up, and Charlotte was not dead yet. As a little devil, it had used up all its abilities. Did it really have to use that trump card? It glanced at old Sasen who was staring at the Barb Demon and wondered whether it should bet on who would die first, Charlotte or Bansey? The hatred for Charlotte and the worry about his own safety made him anxious.

The repulsed barbed devil regained its footing. Harp clearly saw a scorch mark on its stomach, but otherwise no damage had been done. The barbed devil was a commando in bloody battles, its grubby, rough scales sufficient to withstand many low-level spells. Claire's insignificant spell only aroused its ferocity. He growled, his eyes turning red, and he was about to go berserk.

A loud boom drew everyone's attention; even the immobilized Bansay turned to investigate. The divine messenger Ayaz flapped her wings and leaped high, plunging from midair with the force of her fall. With one blow, she smashed the desk apart. She then elbowed Charlotte in the neck, sending the reaper screaming and struggling to free herself.

The Barbed Demon, on the verge of going berserk, saw this and, without hesitation, drew a rune in the air, reaching out to grab it and slapping it against his chest. Countless fine, luminous golden cracks extended from the dark red, shiny rune, like a branding iron. The Barbed Demon opened his mouth, and sparks and ash erupted from it. His body and weapons fell apart, piling up into a pile of smoky sand.

Hap was stunned. The Hooked Demon had summoned him so decisively and escaped back to hell.

Claire, still in shock, walked around the bed, pointing her wand at the God's Messenger and the Harvester who were fighting. She wanted to cast a spell to help Ayaz, but was afraid that the power of the wand would affect her allies.

However, the battle was over soon. Although Lantern Akong was not good at close combat, the Harvester's main battlefield was not a fighting arena. Without the ability to use teleportation, the Harvester was soon unable to move under the joint suppression of the God's Messenger and the Sassen brothers and sisters who rushed over.

"Hello..." Charlotte struggled to shout out Hap's real name, whether it was to distract him or drag him to death. But Ayaz obviously didn't give him the chance to make trouble. The violent woman directly punched him in the mouth, and her left hand with a silver glove pinched the devil's tongue, turning his final struggle into a whimper.

"Heaven's majesty is glorious, justice is clear," the divine messenger chanted, holding the hammer high. At that moment, her appearance was as inviolable as a god. Her voice brought a cold wind from all directions. As the divine messenger chanted, the fierce gale blew open all the doors and windows, dispelling the foul odor that had long lingered in the room. The light of the lantern that served as the hammer's head grew dimmer and dimmer, until it finally went out completely, leaving only the mercury-like oil at the bottom.

"I sentence you to death. Your sins will be wiped out along with your evil nature."

Silver-white lamp oil poured down from the held-up lantern onto Charlotte's face. As soon as the oil touched the demon's skin, it burned fiercely like a flame encountering confetti, emitting a dazzling silver light.

The Sassen siblings leaped away, watching as the flames erupted with laughter as they spread across the reaper's body. Charlotte now looked like a torch in clothing. He stumbled two steps toward the bed, uttering only a faint cry before collapsing and falling to the ground, motionless. Soon, only a pile of intact clothing remained on the wooden floor, as if the demon had never existed.

Ayaz stood up, lantern in hand, breathing a sigh of relief, thankful she'd finally managed to punish the Harvester Demon while protecting the others. Now all she had to do was deal with the remaining imp. Perhaps it had just escaped during the chaos, but the angel didn't care. The imps' combat power was too low; they wouldn't even be able to defeat an ordinary teenager in a head-on fight. Besides, they couldn't teleport, so tracking them wouldn't be difficult.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind made her shiver, and the messenger immediately became alert. It wasn't the cold wind, but something flying past. She turned her head and looked at the pile of clothes worn by the reaper demon on the ground. Could there be some evil thing that had not been eliminated?

The messenger reached into his clothing and quickly found his target. A dark green crystal, reflecting an oily iridescence in the lantern's light, seemed to be swirling with gray smoke. Claire, supporting Edim, approached just in time to see the smoke condense into two human faces: one young and bewildered, the other withered and aged. Crucially, both faces were incredibly familiar to Claire.

Ayaz looked up at the bed curtain in shock. Viscount Bansay stared back at her lifelessly, the purple dagger thrown by the Harvester lodged in his throat. On his chest, crouched a chipmunk, soaked in blood.

"Respected Messenger of God, would you like to make a deal?" The chipmunk bowed to the three of them with a big smile on his face. In his hand, he held another crystal that was much smaller but brighter.

Chapter 14 Confrontation

"You have no right to negotiate a so-called deal with me, devil." Ayaz's eyes lit up, anger and shame made her blood boil. "Die!"

"I have no doubt you could burn me to ashes." Harp leaped onto the sheets, leaving a trail of dark red blood behind him. He stuffed the Soul Prism back into his cheek pouch in front of everyone. "You may be fast, but you certainly can't beat the speed at which I can chew through this tiny crystal."

"Are you really going to disregard the soul within the crystal just to vent your anger on me?" The chipmunk patiently combed his fur. His words stunned the messenger. "You're going to let the pure, innocent soul of a child who hasn't even spoken yet disappear into my belly?"

"I don't care about anyone's soul." Lightning condensed in Claire's hand again. Edim didn't say anything, but just raised the sword with difficulty. Hap could see a mixture of pain and regret on his face.

His soul must have been full of tenacity when bitten into the mouth, and with the splashing tears of regret, it must have tasted like pickled lemon pudding.

The little devil sniffed and decided to focus on business.

"Of course you don't care about strangers' souls. After all, you only have yourself in your dark heart," the little devil sneered. "I can taste your joy. You wish they were all dead so that you could be the sole mistress of the Sassen family. But are you sure your brothers would agree to let your little brother, your father, be imprisoned in the prism for eternity?"

Claire quickly glanced at Edim, then looked at the messenger for help, her amber eyes seeming to tell her that she had no such intention.

"I'm sure you've guessed it, Charlotte. Oh, that egomaniac who just turned to ashes. His target is Bansai Sassen's soul, and I'm his assistant." The little devil spread his hands towards Yakong and explained, "Bansai Sassen's soul has become unworthy of salvation since he summoned Charlotte from Hell. You should know what signing a contract with Baator Hell means."

"He was deceived by you. You took advantage of the helplessness and pain of an old man before his death." Yidimu said angrily. He tried to walk towards Hap, but his broken ribs immediately made him groan in pain.

"Where there is no greed in the heart, the devil does not knock at the door," Hap replied, quoting a well-known proverb. Then he continued, "You can blame Charlotte for all the faults you want. But the bottom line is that Bansey's soul is definitely hopeless. You have made a great profit by exchanging the soul of a sinner who has strayed from the path of righteousness for a pure and spotless soul, untainted even by any faith."

"All souls are equal, and all weigh the same, little devil," Yakong replied. "We do not weigh souls. Especially since there are two souls in this prism. I cannot send them to hell with my own hands."

"I agree with you very much, but I still hope you can understand how much of a concession I've made as a devil by exchanging a pure soul for Ban Sai's soul." The little devil agreed perfunctorily, "Don't worry about Levi's soul. I can release him - of course, I need a reward."

"We can get him out without you," Claire retorted, hatred radiating from her eyes. "But you won't live to see tomorrow morning."

"If it's an ordinary soul prism, of course it's possible," Hap said calmly. He no longer worried about his own safety. Kindness was the shackles that bound these people, preventing them from risking their lives at the expense of others. "But you can ask this honorable messenger if she can do it?"

Ayaz examined the crystal carefully, and upon seeing the markings carved into it, the chill on her face deepened. The hopeful gazes of the two siblings made her feel even more guilty, and every word she spoke only deepened her guilt.

"I can't do that. The prism bears the devil's mark. Unless someone is a master wizard proficient in both soul magic and demonology, forcibly releasing it would likely lead to irreversible consequences. If only your little brother's soul is inside, I can take this soul prism back to Mount Heaven, where it can rest in peace in the Glorious Garden."

She hesitantly closed her mouth, and the unfinished words chilled Edim's heart. Ayaz's rebuke and the little devil's mockery had proven what he had always been reluctant to admit—his father's soul had truly fallen. The young knight's lips trembled, and finally, in a dry, hoarse voice, he said:

"Please rescue Levi. I agree to the exchange."

"Edim! You're crazy!" Claire screamed in disbelief. "You want to trade our father for someone who has nothing to do with you? Did you just fall off your head?"

"Even if Levi is not our blood relative, he is completely innocent in this matter." Edim's voice was low, as if he was trying to convince Claire, but more like he was trying to convince himself, "He shouldn't have ended up like this, and we can still save another soul."

"What a brave decision!" The envoy's expression eased slightly, and he nodded approvingly. "I see a truly noble soul shining within you. You have truly inherited the glory of the Sassen family."

"Let Levi out, and I can let you finish your conditions." Ayaz threw the soul prism to the little devil without hesitation. Hap jumped high to catch it, and a streak of blood beads flew in the air.

"You can't hand over the prism. How dare you assume it will be fulfilled!" Claire was anxious, but the messenger raised the lantern in his hand and interrupted her.

"It won't break its promise. Believe me, it doesn't have the ability." Ayaz's willingness to hand over the Soul Prism wasn't due to trust in the lying imp, but rather complete confidence in his own strength. The imp was too weak. It couldn't teleport or summon other devils. Aside from its poisonous tongue, it was practically unarmed. Ayaz believed it wouldn't dare lie at this moment.

"Why are you so anxious, poor warlock? Are you afraid your father's soul won't reach Hell in time?" the little devil spun. Even if the Lantern Angel could smash it into a meat pie in the next second, that wouldn't stop it from enjoying the pleasure of verbal torture. "Great, infallible Angel, even if I don't take the Soul Prism, can you really leave it to this black-hearted warlock? Do you really believe that a mortal would handle this crystal properly?"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll deal with you." The Lantern Angel looked at the little devil with disgust and disdain, like a lady looking at a bug crawling on her skirt. "Tell me your conditions."

"It's simple, two deals," the chipmunk straightened up and held up two toes, "First, I'll trade the soul I have on hand and the soul of Shiftsai. Second, I'll trade Levi's freedom for my safety. After I release him, you can't hurt me again."

"Okay, deal done." The envoy pondered for a moment, then nodded. She extended a hand to stop the Sassen siblings from objecting. "But I won't stop the children of the deceased from seeking revenge against you, nor will I stop them from seeking the souls of their blood relatives. As for their father's soul, I will personally go to Hell and bring it back."

After she finished speaking, she patted the Sassen siblings separately, and a silver eye-shaped rune appeared in the center of their foreheads.

Of course, Hap knew what that meant. To prevent him from escaping through invisibility, the Lantern Envoy had blessed the two siblings, granting them the ability to see through invisibility. They might not be able to catch him on their own, but with the Envoy's blessings, they would be impossible to escape. But the little devil didn't care. The Soul Prism was already in his possession; all he needed was time to reveal his hidden weapon.

The little devil spat out the crystal containing David's soul from his cheek pouch and tossed it painfully at the angel. He desperately wanted to renege on this deal, but if he didn't complete the deal, he would no longer be protected by his oath. Even if he revealed his trump card, the angel would have enough time to kill him eight hundred times before it took effect.

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Chapter 15 Trump Card

"Charlotte's soul prism is much larger than mine," the little devil muttered. "It would take a lot of effort to fit this crystal into my cheek pouch."

The crystal holding David was shaped and sized like a hazelnut, but the one holding the Sassens could be more accurately described as a "prism." Standing upright, it stood half as tall as Harp. Within the dark green crystal, two gray figures, one large and one small, constantly struck and struck the crystal walls. The prism trembled slightly with the restlessness of its soul, and the Hellfire symbol etched upon it trembled with it.

Of course, the little devil's words contained both truth and falsehood. He dared to mislead Ayaz directly because he was certain she had no idea how to create the Soul Prism, a specialty of the Lower Planes. Even if a divine messenger had come into contact with a Soul Prism, it was usually a finished product. As the divine messenger had said, there were ways to free souls from finished Soul Prisms, but unfortunately, they were often extremely costly or risky. However, Hap didn't need to free Levi from a finished Soul Prism. The Soul Prism was only a semi-finished product before returning to Hell for inspection and processing, making it much simpler to open.

The devils carried soul prisms to facilitate the return of souls to Hell, and a considerable number of souls were already reserved by the bosses. For ease of management, devils carrying unfinished soul prisms were often granted the authority to manage the prisms.

Now that Charlotte has been erased, according to the unwritten rules of Hell, Hap, as the only subordinate currently capable of handling his tasks, will automatically inherit his authority until he is recalled by Hell.

Imps are insignificant on the battlefield, but they are often adept at corruption, trading, and spreading blasphemous knowledge. For Harp, the trident on the Hellfire was a familiar symbol, the emblem of Mephistos, the lord of the eighth layer of Hell and the well-read.

Hap glanced at the two siblings not far from him, then stretched out his claws, dipped some of old Sassen's still wet blood, and drew an invisible red mark on the tip of the golden-red trident.

"The blood of sin is the key to unlocking the door, the price of exchanging souls." The sound from the chipmunk's throat resembled a wailing woman, or the sound of wind in a fire, irritating the ears of the Sassen siblings. The wounded Edim immediately paled. The little devil spoke the language of Hell, enough to make even the weak feel unwell. Ayaz extended his hand, silver sparks dancing at his fingertips. Enveloped in the light, Edim breathed a deep breath, and even Claire's expression relaxed.

Harp paid no attention to them. He must concentrate on channeling the infernal power within him. The bloodstain at the trident's tip slowly lifted from the crystal surface, stretching into a thin, crimson line, with only the tail still attached to it. The smaller soul within the prism began to spin rapidly, transforming into a gray, star-lit vortex. The tail of the vortex slowly lengthened until it connected with the tail of the bloodstain.

The sound of wind filled the room again, like the faint wail of a distant horn. When it stopped, a spirit no bigger than a chipmunk floated above the crystal.

Ayaz waved to Levi's soul, and he flew towards the lantern like a tame bird. As the distance got closer, the gray on his soul was blown away like smoke. When he landed safely in the lantern, it had completely turned into the same blue-white color as the flame.

Claire exclaimed softly and took two steps closer, full of inquiry and curiosity. Although Edim said nothing, his face relaxed when he saw Levi successfully escape. Then his expression turned cold, and he dragged his sword towards the bed.

"Wait a moment." Harp hugged the Soul Prism tightly and jumped behind Viscount Bansay's head. "A few last words."

"I'm not interested in listening anymore." Yidim's thin lips were pressed into a line. His broken ribs made it difficult for him to walk, but he still took another step forward with determination. "Tonight, no matter how tempting your words are, I swear in the name of all the ancestors of Sassen, you will die here."

"Don't you really want to know how Bansey fell?" Hap shouted at the angel, and then said to Claire who raised her wand, "Don't you really want to know what the biggest secret of the Sassen family is?"

"The biggest secret is—" The little devil paused, looking at his audience. Claire hesitated, not casting the spell, and Edim was just holding on. It was long enough for Harp to finish before he reached her. "Charlotte didn't lie to Lord Bansey. The prophecy of 'your wife has betrayed you, the bloodline of Sassen has been tainted, and your family will be destroyed' is true."

"But Charlotte didn't say that his living wife betrayed him." The little devil finally couldn't help laughing. "Poor Bensai, he used his own son to extend his life, hahahaha."

"And you two idiots, you never thought that it was your respected but deceased mother who betrayed the family you were so proud of." At this moment, the little devil's natural desire to perform was greatly satisfied. He looked at Claire and Edim with disbelief in their eyes, and felt relaxed all over.

"I won't believe anything you say anymore." Edim shook his head like a dog out of water, anger burning quietly in his eyes. "You're just struggling to survive."

"Oh, really?" The little devil leaped back, his body stretched as he tumbled through the air, transforming back into his original form. A sneer hung on his face. Claire had secretly sawed off the silver chain that bound him with a dagger, maintaining a harmless appearance only to remain low-key. "Noble angel of the gods, your oath is to be carried out in the blood of Sassen, right?"

Claire shot out another bolt of lightning, but Ayaz was faster than the lightning. The messenger of God who instantly understood the little devil's plan turned into a golden whirlwind and rushed over. She wanted to stop Hap from saying the last words.

"I swear by the River Styx, a sworn oath by even the gods, that neither Edim Sassen nor Claire Sassen are descendants of the Sassen family. The Sassen bloodline was severed the moment Bansay Sassen died." His words finally outpaced his actions. Harp watched as Ayaz stopped a foot away, his reflection visible in his silver eyes. Then Claire's lightning struck the little devil, sending it tumbling off the windowsill.

The messenger of God did not stop voluntarily. The light gate that summoned her was closing irreversibly just as she came. Only she could feel the huge suction force pulling her back as the gate closed. The extinction of Sassen's bloodline was verified, and she no longer had any support to stay in the human world.

"Perhaps you still have time to cast a blessing spell or two on them before you go back," Harp taunted the divine messenger, hovering in mid-air. He simply didn't believe the frail Edimu or the incompetent warlock could pose any threat to him. Now, his greatest, and arguably only, threat had to be eliminated. "But they'll always fail, and do you think they'll eventually die from a collapsing beam or a spark from the fireplace?"

Ayaz had given up struggling. She realized that the little devil was right. Her wings had been pulled into the door, and one or two blessing spells would not help Edim and Claire.

But she doesn't only have blessing spells, the messenger of God also smiled at the devil.

Alarm bells rang in Hap's heart, and he felt a tingling pain on his skin. The little devil looked closely and saw that his whole body, starting from his claws, was silently becoming transparent.

"Damn it, instant expulsion spell!" Hap only had time to curse one last time before he disappeared completely like Ayaz in the huge pulling feeling.

Chapter 16 Welcome to Avernus

"Watch your head!"

The Hooked Demon, holding a long pole, shouted loudly, and pushed the long white pole in his hand against a small reef that emerged from the turbulent and muddy river. He watched as the boat, which was about to sink, suddenly turned in the waves and passed by a fireball falling from the sky.

The dark red fireball hit the dirty water surface and exploded into brilliant fireworks with a huge roar.

The passengers on the boat screamed in unison at the explosion and the threatening speed. The small boat carried no fewer than twenty people of varying races, ages, and genders. Their only commonality was their filthiness, their paleness, and their frailty. They all looked lost and terrified, completely unaware of their fate on a boat that seemed poised to sink in the pitch-black waters. But they didn't dare question the boatman, standing at the bow, clad in dark green scales and covered in thorns.

"Elliot, Elliot, where are you?" a woman sitting by the side of the boat, staring blankly into the river, suddenly called out. When no one responded, she stood up. The other passengers then realized that the woman's gorgeous but filthy coat had been ripped across her body, her internal organs spilling out like potatoes in a bowl. The screams of several female passengers intensified.

The standing passenger didn't seem to notice anything wrong with her intestines dangling from her thighs. She looked around, completely lost in her surroundings. Overhead, the sky was overcast, as if a rainstorm was approaching, but the wind was stiflingly dry. From the thundering clouds, fireballs the size of human heads swooped down instead of lightning. The river beneath her feet was as black as ink. The narrow channel was flanked by cliffs of crimson rock, and on the inaccessible surface, numerous obsidian houses stood.

"Where am I?" the woman muttered to herself. The passengers around her were silent and they were unable to answer this question.

"Welcome to Avernus, the first layer of Hell!" A mocking voice sounded from above. The woman looked up. Three red, fruit-like objects hung upside down from the ship's mast. When she opened one of the fruits, she discovered a small, bat-like monster hanging upside down from the mast.

"What did you say?" The woman felt her mind was full of fog, but her vague memory made her feel offended. "Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that?"

"He's a little devil. If I were you, I'd definitely treat him with respect." Before the little devil could speak, another passenger on the boat answered the woman. The passenger in a red cloak sat at the stern of the boat. From the sound of his voice, he was a young man. While the other passengers were huddled together, he stood alone.

"Who the hell are you to order me around?" The woman growled angrily at the man who had spoken, like a goose whose eggs had been taken from the nest. She even wanted to push through the other passengers who were huddled together to teach him a lesson.

Before An Jing could react, a long, bone-white pole pierced her chest, pinning her to the deck. The boatman leaped from the bow and stepped on her, crushing her throat with his foot. She struggled, making a hoarse sound, but the pole piercing her chest didn't seem to kill her.

"Sir Harp, please don't talk to the Ding-Dongs. Time is running out, and this cargo must be delivered as soon as possible. Lord Bayer is waiting." The boatman bowed to the little devil hanging upside down on the mast, pulled the long pole from the woman, and jumped back to the bow. The boat, which had been spinning in the rapids, started again.

"It's really rare to see a living person appear on the ship transporting Dingdang." The little devil hung on the mast with only his tail, swaying continuously with the acceleration and deceleration of the hull. Harp had recovered from the frustration of being sent back to Hell by the Lantern Angel. After a long and monotonous water journey, he didn't mind chatting with a living person to relieve his fatigue.

"What's 'Dingdong'?" The red-robed man raised his head, and Hap noticed that his skin was gray, his lips were blue, and there were several dry cracks around his eyes.

"Clang, cargo, coins, trash, whatever you want to call it." Hap felt the boat's turn, imagining himself as a pendulum, swinging leisurely. "However, according to some 'masters,' their scientific name is 'Soul Shells.' They are all souls who have fallen into hell because of their past deeds, frozen at the moment of their death. Likewise, they are our wealth."

"As a living being, you dare come to Baator without even knowing Dingdang. I don't know whether to praise your bravery or tell you how foolish you are." Harp looked him over, the sarcasm in his tone lessening. Avernus wasn't some kind of sanctuary for hiking. A young man who could safely travel the River Styx must be far less fragile than he appeared.

"It's my duty, and I have my own protectors." The red-robed man suddenly started coughing violently. He covered his mouth with a handkerchief and curled up into a ball. It was a long time before he stopped, and the handkerchief in his hand was already stained with black blood.

"Since fate has brought us together, why not make a deal, Mr. Hap." The young man stood up and looked up at Hap. His eyes were sunken and he looked almost like a skull.

Harp hesitated slightly. If a devil died in Hell, it was a permanent death. Therefore, most devils were far more cautious in Hell than they were on the Material Plane, usually avoiding provoking those far more powerful than themselves.

"Perhaps you've noticed that I'm a mage." The red-robed man coughed again, finally catching his breath before continuing, "But my detection magic doesn't work stably on the scorched earth of Avernus. I've heard from my teacher that the little devils have the ability to ask questions of Hell itself. I wonder if you're willing to offer me your services."

"I can pay you," the mage said, taking out a small bag from his materials bag. "A necklace made from the fangs of an Isi Manta Priest. It served the demon lord of the Saltwater Marsh. Are you interested?"

Hearing this, the other two little devils hanging on the mast stopped pretending to sleep and screamed, offering their services. Even the barbed devil on the bow turned to look at the wizard with a greedy look on his face.

Demons and devils have clashed in bloody battles for countless centuries. The salt marshes spoken of by mages are the domain of Demogorgon, the most powerful demon prince. His clerics are rare and reclusive, practically unseen in Hell. Even a fragment of a corpse is foraged for by hordes of high-ranking devils willing to pay a high price to humiliate their enemies, boast about their achievements, or simply offer them as sacrifices.

"I'd like to hear your question before I make a decision." Harp didn't bother to pay attention to his two companions. Don't think the little devils had any friendly relationship. They were just hoping he'd agree without any consideration and then wait to see Harp make a fool of himself.