[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Oh, Lys--" Tsaerri is cut off by the impact of her palm hitting her forehead. I really should have expected that...

Muffled voices are heard from the other side of the door.

"Well it ain't the Seraph, they don't knock!"

"So should we open? What if it's a trick?"

"There's a hundred of us down here! Unless they brought an army, we've got ourselves a mark coming right to our doorstep!"

"Okay, let me get my club, you invite him in. Won't know what hit him."

The door cautiously creaks open, a tired-looking man peering out.

"You lost, friend...?" His eyes widen as he glimpses the group.