"We've finally arrived. This is Tartarus!"
Perched atop a massive mountain that nearly touched the clouds, Radagon stood at the edge, wearing his usual red suit, his tone playful as though he weren't a Demon of Wrath.
Lucas Starhold glanced at him strangely but said nothing, stepping forward slowly to take in the view for himself. What he saw was truly astonishing.
In the exclusive schools he attended as a child, Lucas had heard countless stories and information about demons, including the places they lived. Fiery hellscapes, crimson skies bleeding blood, or at the very least, the stench of endless decay.
But now, Lucas realized all of that was nonsense, designed by humans to instill hatred in children's minds quickly and cheaply. Or perhaps to dissuade them from becoming contractors in the future.