Another Day In The Hells

Another day in the third level of the hells, but something was different, something odd had been going on. Tariyaan, a named devil not yet a primordial, had led a charge of a dozen million imps and the most iron of monsters through the living gates of the level's ruler. 

A true primordial had been slain today and his body rots under the feet of a man with a million faces. To some, he was a monster, to others a handsome devil, but to the enlightened, he was as he truly was, a trickster with a mask that shadowed his true emotions.

Crushing the primordial's body under his boots, Tariyaan stared into his dead eyes with one hand grabbing the devil's tall horn. Pulling on it, he flinched for a moment but after putting in just a little more effort he tore the torn right off the corpse's skull. 

"A trophy of the hunt," he said, walking across the body with the horn laid on in front of him.