Within the confines of the Infernal Palace, that odd dimension nestled in the Negative Zone, the fifth floor served as the dwelling place of the Devil of Greed, Amase.
Her floor was decorated with not only enough precious stones to fill up a kingdom but also the souls of many a man, half of whom had doomed themselves to such a fate with their own hands, all in a bid to sate their desires while the other half… Well, it was safe to say that they hadn't come of their own free will.
What Amase liked, she took and that had always been the case… up until her first encounter with Alexander Regulus, at least.
Since then, the desire to watch the bastard and his cohorts suffer had burned brightly within her, only doused slightly by the events of the Blood Feast in Ra'as.
In any case, currently, she was seated in a wide room, a twisted smile etched on her rock-like face as she played around with one of the many souls trapped in her floor.
