Veymar plunged his hand straight into Riven's chest, sinking into the fiery core of his soul. With a swift pull, he tore the fire soul from him, and Riven crumpled instantly, lifeless, hitting the ground with a hollow thud. Silence hung for a heartbeat before Veymar's lips curled into a smile.
"The rules of Hell are like no other, aren't they?" he said, his voice calm but slicing through the air like a sharpened blade.
He turned slowly to the crowd of trembling human souls, their eyes wide with terror, and his own eyes flared with infernal light. "Welcome to Hell."
The human souls recoiled, their fear palpable, but Veymar chuckled, taking a step forward. "Oh no, don't be afraid. Did I not tell you? Hell is home to all. You are free to do whatever you want. I stand here, offering to be killed—surely that should be enough to abandon your morality."
