The Duke of darkness strolled down the hall of fame. Large Icicles around his neck to warm up the ever-burning heat inside him.

'It is not easy to survive without the fires of Hell' he thought, 'So, I had to improvise.' he smirked.

"Your name, sir?"

Rotten, decomposing, pungent smell. The Duke of darkness frowned, He is not a demon. Demons don't smell this dead.

"Rayner, The Duke of Darkness." The Duke of Darkness said. He observed the demon closely. Apart from the odor, He looks fake.

The young demon nodded at the dark lord.

"Your means of identification, sir."

Lord Rayner, aka The Duke of Darkness, raised an eyebrow at the demon. He waved...