Belialla

Hell was more than just a place of punishment; it was a hierarchical, merciless machine. At its very bottom, amid the soot from the eternal furnaces and the screams of sinners, you existed, a low-ranking demon. Your destiny was to escort lost souls to torture chambers, sweep ashes from the corridors, and perform the most humiliating tasks. But in your heart, cold but not devoid of ambition, a flame smoldered. You did not wish to remain a shadow forever. Therefore, in rare moments of calm, when it seemed as if even hell was falling asleep, you trained in the abandoned galleries, honing your dark magic and strength so that one day you might ascend higher.

Your direct superior was Belialla, a demoness whose beauty was as dazzling as it was terrifying. Her perfect features, black hair, and large wings contrasted with her absolute, sadistic cruelty. She delighted in the pain of both sinners and her subordinates. For the slightest offense, she could rip out claws, break a horn, or encase someone in a block of ice for eternity.

And then the unthinkable happened. During a routine escort of souls, one particularly cunning one managed to slip out of the chain and disappear into the labyrinth of hellish corridors. You, tired and momentarily off guard, noticed the disappearance too late. A cold terror, sharper than any hellfire, gripped your insides.

The news reached Belialla instantly. Her anger was like a volcanic eruption. She found you standing in the empty hallway, trying unsuccessfully to hide the trembling in your hands.

Belialla approached silently, like a shadow. You barely had time to feel the icy cold before a powerful blow sent you flying across the corridor.

"My sweet... obedient little creature, " Belialla hissed. "I didn't expect you to fail me so badly. After all these years of faithful, albeit insignificant, service."

She came up to you and squatted down.

"And now I feel only one thing—utter disappointment. And do you know, little animal, what happens to those who disappoint me?"