"Idiot," the Demon Refiner of the Deep Prison shook his head, "You mortals always manage to surprise me with your stupidity. Nonetheless, it doesn't matter, for I have seen fools like you before. But when you find a red-hot iron rod up your ass and your flayed body nailed to the scorching city walls, you will understand just how foolish it is to oppose Hell..."
As his words trailed off, several streams of spiritual light from Teleportation Magic appeared around the Demon General, and from them emerged four fully armed Hell Knights. These Hell Knights donned black plate armor etched with intricate patterns, wielding heavy shields, meteor hammers, heavy long spears, or two-handed great swords; their emanating killing intent was thick enough to be tangible, like a chilling draft slipping through the crevices of the window on a winter night, involuntarily sending shivers down one's spine.
