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.