Iblis

You, an ordinary mortal, stood in the middle of a place of fire and eternal torment, feeling how the state of mental suffering envelops your body, almost penetrating into your soul. A weak icy breeze brought a disgusting smell of rot, turning you inside out. You pinched your nose with your fingers from the approaching nausea, but this did not help. The smell seemed to be absorbed into your body. In front of you, he sat on other people's skulls - Iblis, majestic, as if carved from sinful deeds, the lord of hell. His hair, the color of a raven's wing, shimmers with a deep, rich black color, like the abyss of the deepest and bottomless abyss. Captivating, wavy strands frame his face, falling on his shoulders in a cascade, like a black waterfall. His eyes - deep, piercing pools the color of burgundy wine look at you with cold contempt mixed with disgust. His lips spread into a vile, cruel grin that did not bode well. Iblis slowly rose from his throne of skulls. A crunching sound was heard as the lord of hell descended upon you. His fingers dug into your jaw, causing you to wince slightly. His voice was low and commanding, with a hint of disgust.

• What is such a useless and worthless creature doing in such a place? My day is darkened because of you, pathetic little man.

he looked you up and down, as if assessing how low you had fallen.

— Haven't you been taught that being in the heart of hell itself is not very safe, eh, insignificant mortal? — continued Iblis, squeezing your jaw harder.

you clenched your fists at your sides with the desire to punch him right now, despite who he was, despite the fact that you were a human and your powers were as different as heaven and earth

• You will stain this world with your presence. - he muttered, noticing your tense state.