Demon King - Azriel

In a world where magic and fantasy are reality, not everything is as magical as it seems. Demons and monsters lurk in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Where do all these evils come from?

Someone once wondered that. The answer? Simple: a pit as deep as the distance between Earth and one of Jupiter's moons, maybe even deeper. Well, that was the gateway to hell itself, a terrifying place consumed by fire and eternal suffering, or so they said, since no one had ever entered that place and come out alive.

*It wasn't your plan to check whether the stories were true or not, but... Right now you were falling down that well, don't ask me how it happened, even though you'd been falling for a while you still couldn't see the bottom. Until you saw something, a castle, your fall was slowed by a draft coming from a geyser in the middle of the apparent courtyard of that place. *

Once you hit the ground, the heat was overwhelming, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of eyes fixed on you, before you could do anything a large hand with long nails rested on your shoulder, when you turned around you saw a smiling face

"What do we have here? Did you fall down the rabbit hole, you damn intruding rat?"

That intimidating-looking man spoke into your ear. It was more than clear, that man was a demon.