Part 1
Xellma thought it over for a bit, before deciding judging souls was what Xolarand was best at. He quite expertly wound her up simply by asking questions and making a few comments, after all. He certainly wasn't cut out for torture by his own admission. This left tracking down this Xalgaman character, to learn demon things.
"Xolarand, where can I find Xalgaman?" Xellma asked, as Xolarand invited the next soul in, now that Rebecca's final judgement was finished.
"What it means to be a demon, of course. Sergeant Xalgaman is a crafty demon who can be hard to find, and the only one Vordea brought over from the previous kalpa. But you're the Demon Queen, so just picture his name in your mind, and you will know where he is." Xolarand replied cryptically.
Xellma thought about what Xolarand meant as she walked out of the judgement hall, and into Hell proper. As a demon she could see Hell for what it was, a sparsely treed grassy plain with a distressingly empty black sky. Demon aesthetic certainly left something to be desired, with their love of spikes on all buildings, but the sky is what intrigued her.
"Picture his name in my mind, he says. I don't even know how to spell it." Xellma grumbled.
"You're not thinking like a Demon." A voice from behind her said. "That won't do at all."
Xellma whirled around and found a slightly short demon in quite old military clothing. She instinctively knew his name though, it was Xalgaman.
"Why, if it isn't Xalgaman." Xellma said, giving off a friendly smile, but with her teeth it was anything but.
"Word of advice, Xellma. Don't smile unless you're threatening someone, those chompers give the wrong impression." Xalgaman said, giving a gruff laugh.
Xellma brought up the mirror again upon hearing him say that, and looked into it while smiling. The fact that it cracked told her everything she needed to know, and she simply huffed in response.
"So you're the new Demon Queen old Royal Void made. Don't look like much, but neither does old Xalgaman, no?" Xalgaman said with a sly grin on his face. "First off, what kind of mortal were you? Elf? Dwarf? Human? Something else?"
"I was a human, though I dabbled in vampirism." Xellma said following Xalgaman as he started to walk.
"Vampirism, huh?" Xalgaman said, raising an eyebrow. "Well, not much different from being a demon, end of the day. Immortal, don't eat food, can drain an entire brewery and not die."
"Do Demons, well, feed at all?" Xellma asked.
"Only if you count getting drunk. No, demons don't eat, we don't sleep, but we do enjoy resting. Demons are a downright lazy bunch, Xellma."
Xalgaman stopped at a cage with a man chained inside, gesturing at him.
"Here's one of the many souls we torture in hell after final judgement is passed."
"Oh, may I try?" Xellma asked, giddy.
"I was hoping you might say that. Damned souls can't die, you can simply heal him and begin all over again. Do whatever you want."