Deep beneath Gotham, in its darkest, most obscure corner, a gaunt, pitch-black figure resembling burnt-out ashes quietly appeared.
"Hahahaha! Finally! I finally got out of that damned Hell!"
Inside the cramped pipe, the demon Zaragu couldn't suppress his vicious laughter.
In DC Comics, Hell really existed, and naturally, so did demons and devils.
Of course, wherever living beings existed, there was a hierarchy. Powerful big shots like the First of the Fallen and the Seven Deadly Sins stood far above the rest, controlling everything. They also had the most contact with the outside world and enjoyed the most privileges.
Zaragu clearly wasn't one of them, however. In Hell, he was cannon fodder at the very bottom, with absolutely no status or power to speak of.
His greatest achievement since first becoming conscious was, essentially, not getting casually crushed to death by some passing big shot.
For that very reason, a lowly creature like him naturally had no chance of interacting with anything outside Hell. His fate had been to muddle through his entire life there.
But perhaps Lord Satan had taken pity on him, because just moments ago, he had suddenly discovered a tiny "door." The scene beyond it seemed to be the legendary mortal world!
Zaragu had squeezed through without a second thought. An opportunity like this might come only once in his lifetime. He had to seize it!
And now, he had really escaped! He had truly reached the place he'd always dreamed of!
"Ah, what exquisite chaos and fear. Such a filthy aura. Simply intoxicating."
Feeling the chaotic atmosphere, Zaragu grew as frenzied as if he were high on drugs.
He had indeed never had any contact with the mortal world, nor was he qualified to, but that hadn't stopped him from hearing about it from powerful