In the darkness of the tomb, deep beneath the earth, a massive figure slowly made its way through the cavern.
It was an incredibly hideous Demon. Its lower body resembled that of a bloated maggot, with several pairs of insect-like legs writhing incessantly against the ground. Its upper body reeked of decay and foulness. Sharp bone spines protruded from its body, swaying constantly with its movements.
It was Duriel, the King of Pain, one of the Four Great Satans.
But unlike the other Demon Kings, it had not gone to deal with the humans. For Duriel, more important work remained.
After passing through the cavern, Duriel arrived at a huge underground hollow. At the center of that hollow, a prisoner was bound. It was a tall warrior in armor. However, the things resembling wings of light that emerged from his back made it clear that this prisoner was not human.
Rather, he was an Angel.
"Hello there, old friend. It's time for your interrogation..."
Staring at the prisoner before it, Duriel let out a "hee hee" laugh. It wriggled forward until it reached the Angel, then carefully examined him—or rather, there was no face beneath the hood shrouded in darkness, and thus no expression either. Duriel did not care in the slightest. It merely raised its right hand, extended the bone spines upon it, and thrust them at the warrior!
"Ugh—!"
With Duriel's movement, the Angel let out a muffled groan. Just hearing his agonized cry made Duriel tremble with excitement. As the King of Pain, Duriel loved nothing more than inflicting suffering. Whether on others or itself, any pain was, in Duriel's eyes, the ultimate pleasure and satisfaction.
"What is it? Have you still not given up, Angel? What are you waiting for? No one is coming to save