A walking black shadow clad in a dark shroud as he glided through the desolate and barren hellscape like a ghost. If anyone saw him, they would think death itself prowled hell at blinding speed, but those who saw the real death knew that it was an emotionless maid who harvested souls with a sickle and sometimes with a knife that came out of her soles.
Devils, sinners, monsters, and horrors all run away from his path, allowing him to pass without anyone daring to stop him. Of course, at the start, a few did, but once those got obliterated just by him crashing into them, none dared to challenge him ever again.
Rumors started spreading among the devils and sinners alike. Some thought that he was a powerful devil, some thought that he was the son of either Asmodeus or Maharaja, and some even speculated that he was an angel in disguise sent by the gods to find someone. The goddess of magic used to do that in the past.
