Cherufe Spawn.
"My Lord, can I ask you something?" Alveera said to Azazel suddenly.
"What is it, Alveera?"
"If you value this mortal so much, why did you send him into that place?" The giant serpentine woman said, pointing at the enormous volcano.
"Erh... 'Cause it's a challenge." Azazel said with a strange smile.
A weird expression appeared on her face, "My Lord, there is no way in all the hell realms that mortal will leave with his life intact. Don't you want him to live longer so you can dig out his secrets while his heart still beats?"
"Alveera, my dear... A magician can only rule the world when he has been destroyed by it. Such is the process of nature. If he isn't destroyed by nature, he will never come to understand the elements..." Azazel had a wide ear-to-ear grin as he explained his reasoning.
"I see..." Alveera exclaimed as though she completely understood her master's reasoning.