Devils, a fiendish creation since the dawn of time, harbor an ancient power that they are incapable of mastering. Not all were inherently evil, yet as time passed, every inkling became corrupt, as they all fell to that power they were born to wield. Unrivaled thirst, unbreakable pride, bottomless greed, they became sinful, turning, and yet they never cared for the lives they took.
(Glutton: Yippie, we're finally at hell!)
(Vestal: Sir glutton, why is it that you're so cheerful about this occurrence?)
(Goad: I'm on Vestal with this one. I can't imagine anyone being happy to set foot their foot in here. But if it's you, it kinda makes sense)
(Draco: He's probably thinking about food. He's always like that. Well, apart from Edelgard's return, thats mostly the reason)
