As the scroll in Abel's hand ignited, his eyes flashed, and the man standing in front of him started sweating.
"You are the one who spoke, so don't pretend to be in shock. Don't mingle your words, because look, now I've become your lord." Abel flicked his fingers in front of the terrified man, and chains started to emerge from the shadows, engulfed with searing hellish flames.
The man tried to scream, but not a single weep could escape his drying lips. As the chains bound his arms, neck, and soul, his hair grew longer, his bulky frame thinner, and in the blink of an eye, he found himself having become a woman.
"See you in the hells, lovely." With a single tap on the head, flames sucked the man into hell, and the key to the door he guarded fell on the ground with a clang.
Abel might not be an archdevil or pit fiend, but with his curse, skill, and cunning, he managed to become a threat that no mortal should be able to handle unprepared.
