Luk, Hell demon king.
“Again,” his bored tone reverberated throughout the catacombs up to the demon city streets where his citizens could hear the cries of the punished.
The punishers stared at him with the pincers mid-air. He never punished souls for too long before he released them into the forest of the dead for the gods to take care of them. But today he felt particularly bored. It was always the same thing – at twelve noon the torture began to last long into the gloomy nights as the souls kept coming. It was his job, but sometimes… Luk shook his head as he looked at the long line from the other side of the catacombs winding all the way to the antechambers. He couldn’t slack no matter how his heart ached.
It has been aching for years. There was no cure for that now, especially for
