In The Capital Of The Underworld
"He wishes for you to suffer! He wants you to experience true pain! He wants your company!" The demon shouted, and I rolled my eyes. This must be some demon that had a personal grudge against me, but Diablo was a close friend, and the rest of the higher ranks were too busy torturing other demons, trying to kill each other to even care about being king.
"I need a name. If this person is so powerful, then they should not be scared of me, right?" I asked, but if they knew me, it would be the exact opposite.
"My master told me I can tell you whatever you want to know, but not that one single thing. It is not that we are hiding it from you, but the Black King has removed his name from our minds. You are more than welcome to look into my mind if you would like, but you won't find anything useful," The demon explained to me while still wiggling under my pins. I had expected something like this, but going as far as removing his name from their minds was troublesome.