Sitting inside the tavern in the ninth layer of hell, Agnar looked at the massive table filled with weird pieces of grilled meat and horrifying plants. Everything was either black, shit-brown, or rotten purple in color and smelled as foul as the oldest and nastiest cheese. It didn't look edible, not one bit, and Agnar couldn't help but frown and gag.
"The hell is this?" He asked, and Abel laughed. "Don't worry, I made sure it had no sinner meat in it. Those are all high-grade imported demon meat, the stuff only higher-ranking Barons and Lords of hell eat."
Agnar looked around, and Ignis was already stuffing herself up. For a dragon, she could eat almost anything. Yuwaku, on the other hand, was sitting by his side with her entire body covered up with a cloak, so no one would see how she looked. A Nymph as beautiful as her is a clear target and the last thing Kageru wanted was someone to lay their hands on her and have Arad flip the entire layer upside down.
