—Depravity
The interior of the cottage was... not what I expected.
Instead of the hellfire and brimstone I was accustomed to, I found myself in what appeared to be a cozy study. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with ancient tomes and scrolls.
A comfortable-looking armchair sat before a fireplace, in which flames danced merrily—not the all-consuming fire of Hell, but a warm, inviting blaze.
And there, seated at a desk covered in papers and open books, was the demon I had been searching for without even realizing it.
"Ah, Depravity," the demon said, looking up from its work. "I've been expecting you."
I blinked in surprise. "You have?"
The demon nodded, gesturing for me to take a seat. As I did so, I studied my host more closely. Unlike the other demons I had encountered, this one didn't seem to embody any particular sin.