"Guess I really am in Hell," Razeal muttered to himself, a dry smirk pulling at his lips.

He looked down finally, the hot air brushing against his face like burning sand. Below him, where all those massive fountains struck the ground far below kilometers down, maybe more the impact spread outward into rivers and pools. Wherever the boiling red streams met the ground, they formed lakes, then split again into countless smaller rivers flowing in every direction.

"Interesting place…" Razeal murmured, softly whistling under his breath. "Honestly, this place has a weirdly soothing feeling to it.. even though it looks like hell."

It really did. Despite the twisted sky and the burning heat, his body felt almost… relaxed. Like a deep, calm euphoria spread through every cell of his body. It didn't feel oppressive.. it felt freeing. Almost like his body belonged here. Still, he shook his head. "Nope, not gonna think too deep about that."

As his gaze followed the glowing red rivers below, something caught his eye.

Movement.

At first, he thought the ground itself was shifting, but when he squinted, he saw them creatures. A countless number of them.

Groups of strange, red-skinned beings roamed below. Some had twisted horns curling from their heads, others had sharp, animal-like faces. Many were hunched, crawling on all fours. A few had extra limbs, some were missing parts entirely, yet they all wandered aimlessly, mindlessly.

"What the hell are those. And why?" Razeal muttered, narrowing his eyes.

[Those are demons, Host.] The system's voice echoed calmly in his mind. [Low-ranked demons known as Imps... the weakest form of existence in Hell. They're born from crumbs of greater evils, fragments of sin given form. With almost no intelligence barely conscious they make up ninety-nine-point-seven percent of Hell's entire population.]

Razeal listened silently, eyes still watching the creatures below as they clashed, roared, and wandered without direction.

"Yeah, yeah, I get that," he said flatly. "But that's not what I meant. What I meant was.. since when do system spaces have this many living things inside? Isn't there usually just one whatever ranked villain in each?"

He frowned, still hovering in the air, his shadow wings steady against the heat. "This looks like a whole damn world.. an entire population. What's up with that?"

[This system space received a name, Host.]

Razeal raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I saw that. 'Hell.' You gonna tell me what that means?"

[When a system space receives a name, it signifies that the villain's existence is not contained in one body or identity. Their presence spreads.. unbound, fractured across countless vessels. Every being here shares that one essence. They are all fragments of a single existence. The 'villain' is not a person this time, but a collective consciousness.]

Razeal's eyes flickered slightly. "So what you're saying is… the villain is all these creatures?"

[Correct. They are part of him, and he is them. It's an exception to the usual rule. Some entities simply transcend standard definitions of individuality.]

"Huh…" Razeal muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "That's… weird. But okay, I guess that makes sense. A world full of idiots ruled by one massive idiot."

He shrugged slightly, not bothering to think too deeply about it. The logic of the system was strange sometimes, and he'd long since stopped trying to make complete sense of it. Still, the sight below pulled at something inside him a faint, strange attraction.

He looked around. That feeling… it was everywhere, pressing lightly against his chest, pulling at him from all directions. But one particular direction felt stronger.. almost like a whisper calling him closer.

"Hmm…" He tilted his head slightly. "That way, huh?"

Without another word, Razeal spread his wings wide. The enormous shadows stretched out behind him, absorbing light from the crimson sky. Then, with one strong flap, he shot forward cutting through the burning air like a black meteor streaking toward its target.

Looking nothing more than a blur of darkness streaking through the air, his wings slicing the heavy crimson sky as he shot toward one direction. The distance he crossed in mere seconds was vast hundreds of meters vanishing beneath him as the scorched wind tore at his face and clothes.

Below, the ground stretched endlessly. Everywhere he looked, hordes of those imp-like demons filled the landscape, crawling and swarming over every patch of land like insects. It was impossible to find a single piece of ground not crawling with them. They were everywhere clawing, snarling, screaming.

Some leapt gleefully into the rivers of blood and molten bone that flowed through the cracked earth, splashing and thrashing like it was a game. Others gnawed on bones, tearing at skulls with their jagged teeth. A few were setting each other on fire, cackling in madness while they burned alive, only to be replaced by another group doing the same idiotic thing.

It was chaotic. Mindless. Idiotic.

Razeal didn't slow down. He didn't come here to study their behaviorbor whatever primitive nonsense passed as joy for them. His expression remained calm, almost bored, as he continued flying forward through the smoldering air.

And then, after traveling what felt like at least a hundred kilometers from where he'd first appeared, something strange caught his attention.

Up ahead, drawn starkly against the burning landscape, was a giant circular line on the ground. It looked like it was made from white powder ash or crushed bone perhaps with intricate blood patterns and strange inscriptions drawn inside.

He noticed something immediately.

The imps didn't cross it.

Thousands of them stood at the edge of that line, crowding and pushing against one another, but not a single one stepped over it. It was like some invisible command held them back an unspoken law etched into the very earth.

Razeal hovered above, frowning slightly. "A barrier?" he murmured.

The demons on the other side weren't attacking. In fact, they seemed… distracted. They were jumping on each other, biting, wrestling, even laughing or whatever passed for laughter in their twisted throats. One imp was being held down by four others while another bit its tail or maybe its ass, Razeal couldn't really tell.

"Yeah… fun activity," he muttered, shaking his head. "Demons are freaks."

Still, the white ring intrigued him. Whatever it was, it clearly served a purpose. Maybe a defensive boundary, or the start of some lord's domain?

Well, there was only one way to find out.

Razeal flew straight over it.

Nothing happened. No shockwave, no resistance, not even a flicker of energy. He passed through as if it wasn't even there.

"Thougt so," he said dryly, "works only on idiots."

He kept flying, crossing another fifty or sixty kilometers before the ground began to change again. The horizon in front of him shimmered, and for the first time since arriving in this burning world, something massive appeared a city.

And not just any city.

It was enormous. A sprawling infernal metropolis stretching farther than his eyes could see. But what stood out most wasn't the city itself... it was what towered over it.

At the center stood a castle so huge, so impossibly vast, that even from this distance hundreds of kilometers away.. it dominated the skyline like a mountain. Its dark spires stabbed the red sky, piercing through the drifting clouds of red smoke. The walls were layered in black stone veined with molten red, and each tower seemed to radiate faint waves of energy.

Razeal slowed slightly, eyes narrowing as he took it in.

"Damn… that's big," he muttered under his breath.

Around the castle sprawled what could only loosely be called a city massive houses, halls, towers, and fortresses made from the same obsidian-like material, forming a chaotic but strangely structured civilization. Yet even with all that space, the castle itself easily took up two-thirds of the entire territory.

He couldn't help but let out a low whistle.

"And they say the pyramids were the biggest structures ever built by humans," he said, voice tinged with sarcasm. "Look at that thing… even one brick of that castle's wall could probably crush a pyramid flat."

He tilted his head, wings adjusting slightly as he glided closer.

"I mean, seriously, why the hell would you even build something that huge? You could fit an entire kingdom in there. What's the point? What are they gonna do.. host every sinner in the universe inside that place?"

Razeal kept muttering to himself, half irritated, half impressed. "Cleaning that place must be hell. Millions of demons just to sweep the floors every day…"

Still, the sight of the structure.. it was… overwhelming. Even for him.

He continued his approach, eyes fixed on the castle.

"System," he said finally, his tone flat but edged with mild annoyance, "why the hell did you spawn me so far away from that place? Couldn't you have dropped me a little closer to the main villain? You know, like how a normal Smart person would do?"

He paused. "How the hell am I supposed to know who the villain is in this space? You expecting me to interrogate every damn imp here?"

[You won't need to find him, Host.]

The system's tone was calm as always, but there was an odd weight behind its words.

[In this world, the bowed heads of servants will show you where the Lord resides. Simply follow their reverence, and you will find him.]

Razeal blinked, his expression twisting into a mix of confusion and mock disappointment.

"Which old movie did you take this dialogue from, anyway? I thought you could've done better," Razeal couldn't help saying.

Silence. No reply came.

Still, despite the sarcasm, his curiosity was piqued.

After some time

The city gates loomed before him towering, magnificent, and almost absurdly extravagant. Whoever built them clearly had too much wealth, and absolutely no sense of moderation. Every inch of the massive arch was carved with detail twisted faces, spiraling infernal symbols, runes that pulsed faintly with dark crimson light. Even the hinges looked like sculpted art, molten gold carved with the figures of screaming souls.

Razeal tilted his head slightly, lips curling into the faintest smirk. "Whoever made this really cared more about looks than sense."

Then his gaze lifted higher

At the very top of the gate stood six enormous spears, their ends driven deep into the blackened stone. Impaled upon each were heads humanoid, but monstrous in their own right. The faces were contorted, twisted mid-scream, their was no skin only skeleton . Even from this distance, the faint flicker of red flame still glowed in their eye sockets, as if their rage and power hadn't fully died.

Razeal stared for a moment, expression unreadable. "Huh… that's new. Fancy decoration."

He didn't know their story, but something about them the precision of their placement, the way the air itself trembled faintly around them suggested that those six had mattered. They weren't just simple trophies..

As he stepped past the gates, the scale of the city hit him harder.

Calling it a "city" felt wrong. Every "house" he saw was more like a castle towering, lavish, sprawling. Entire fortresses of obsidian, bone, and crimson marble lined the infernal streets, built in designs that blended elegance with madness. The architecture bent logic walls that twisted like they were alive, windows shaped like eyes that blinked faintly, spires curling like claws reaching toward the burning sky.

And above it all, far in the distance but so large it dominated everything, was the castle.

From up close, Razeal finally grasped how enormous it truly was. What had looked huge from kilometers away now looked impossible. The bricks alone each one the size of the "houses" surrounding it built up into a mountain of carved power and arrogance that stabbed into the sky.

He couldn't even see the peak clearly from this angle now. It disappeared into the hazy red clouds above, faint lightning flashes illuminating its jagged outline.

Razeal exhaled slowly through his nose, muttering, "People really overcompensate, huh?"

He didn't waste more time marveling. The smooth black marble beneath him glowed faintly red in patterns that formed the main road a single straight path that led directly to that massive castle. He hovered down gently, his shadowy wings folding behind him as his boots touched the infernal ground for the first time.

The moment he did.. something unseen rippled outward.

It wasn't visible, but it was felt. A silent, invisible wave of force rolled through the very air, echoing outward through the entire land. The moment his feet touched, Hell itself seemed to take notice.

Razeal didn't sense it. But everything else did.

All across the hellish expanse.. from the cities to the distant blood rivers and bone plains billions of imps paused. The crawling, screaming, mindless horde stopped as one. Every single one of their heads turned.. as if pulled by an invisible string facing toward him.

Their dull, bloodshot eyes flickered with something new. Confusion. Curiosity. Fear.

Then, without a single command, they began to move.

One by one at first, then all at once, they started walking. A tidal wave of twisted bodies began crawling toward the city. Not screaming this time. Silent. Obedient. Drawn.

The closest ones stopped just at the edge of that enormous white line surrounding the city the same strange boundary of ash and blood he'd crossed earlier. They didn't cross it. They couldn't. But they all stood there, pressing against it, a restless, endless army watching in his direction from afar.. even though couldn't really see him.

And Razeal, unaware of the chaos his mere presence was causing, simply stood there, glancing around at the castles surrounding him. "Huh. Overdecorated and empty. Rich people really are the same everywhere."

Then, suddenly a sound.

Clang.

His eyes flicked up just as the massive golden doors of one of the nearby castles slowly swung open. The noise echoed through the city metallic and heavy, like thunder crawling through the air.

From the dark interior, someone stepped out.

No.. not someone. Something.

A figure emerged, moving with a slow, deliberate grace that carried danger in every step. She was tall.. easily six feet with curves that could make even statues jealous, her skin a pale shade that almost glowed under the crimson light. She wore a sleek black suit or rather, what was left of one. The outfit looked more like a suggestion of clothing, torn in all the right places to hide and reveal in the same breath.

A bone-white skull of a goat covered her head long, curling horns twisting up and out, the hollow sockets glowing faintly red. The mask was intricate, ancient-looking.. carved with runes and cracks that pulsed like veins.

Her steps echoed lightly against the marble as she walked toward him.

Razeal turned slightly, one hand in his pocket, the other brushing a strand of hair from his face as he looked at her. His expression was calm, sharp eyes half-lidded, studying.

She stopped only a few feet away from him, tilting her head ever so slightly to one side ..the skull mask creaking faintly as she did.

And then… she sniffed.

Literally leaned in slightly and sniffed the air around him like some kind of predatory animal. Razeal just blinked at her, eyebrows arching slightly.

Then, without warning, her hand rose to the mask. She gripped it and with a smooth, almost fluid motion, ripped it off.

The skull disintegrated into ash the moment it left her face, scattering into the hot wind like smoke.

And beneath it…

Razeal found himself staring at a face both terrifying and enthralling as he raised his one eyebrow..

Her features were sharp.. too perfect, almost sculpted. Eyes as black as voids, their centers glowing red like molten embers. Her lips were curved into a smirk that wasn't human alluring, cruel, and wickedly confident all at once. Long black hair tumbled down her shoulders, streaked with strands of deep crimson that shimmered faintly in the infernal light.

Everything about her screamed danger and temptation.

Razeal couldn't help it.. one corner of his mouth twitched upward. "Well, that's… dramatic."

She didn't speak at first. Just kept staring at him, her eyes roaming his face, his body. Her tongue flicked over her lips slowly, a faint glow of heat radiating from her as she leaned closer.

Then, finally, she smiled wider.

And her voice soft, sultry, smooth as honey dripping down a blade.. broke the silence.

"Wanna sleep with me?"

Razeal froze mid-thought, his mind halting like it had just hit a wall.

"…Huh?" he said flatly, blinking at her.

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