The guards at hell's capital froze, seeing the Black Shadow approaching. The caravan still didn't return, but they've already heard the rumors about the Black Shadow being powerful enough to kill powerful devils and sinners. The two guards lifted their tridents and glared at him. Fear was slowly seeping into the bones.
The Black Shadow halted. Just seeing him move like a ghost was enough to make their skin crawl, and their blood froze the moment they couldn't see his face, even though they were staring straight inside his hood. He was over three meters tall, standing eye to eye with the biggest of the pit fiends.
An omen of death.
As the devils were about to speak, a voice rang in their heads. "Let him in. He has the courtesy of coming through the front door, so don't stand in his way, if you value your lives." That was Asmodeus's voice.
Even in the deathless hell, the land of eternal suffering, the queen warned them about their lives.
