บท 433: Painting Him-I

Night was prevailing in the mortal's worlds, no sound could be heard from the houses as everyone's eyes were closed in slumber. It was also the nighttime in Hell, in fact, the place had always been dark without light as if the time had stopped moving in Hell. Unlike the mortal's world, however, Hell was not silent. Chatters of Demons filled the land, most people were busy with their own demands, the demands which most humans would look away due to how cruel it was. But this is Hell, cruelty was normal— cruelty strive here.