Challenging the lord of hell

They emerged in the heart of the inferno, the ground beneath them cracked and bleeding magma, the air thick with the stench of sulfur and death. All around them, demonic figures lurked in the shadows, their eyes gleaming with malevolent intent.

Seker led the way, his presence commanding as he strode forward with the confidence of a god who had faced death countless times, and who was the literal representation of death itself. The demons parted before him, their fear palpable, but not all of them were cowed. The higher demons had some balls in between their legs no doubt.

Arazela stepped forward, her demonic aura flaring as she reached out with her mind, connecting with the beings that were her kin. She whispered in a language of shadows and flame, and the demons hesitated, their allegiance wavering.