The shadows of Hell seemed to shift and churn as Zach turned back to face the spirit of the hell once more, his confident smirk still firmly in place. The malevolent entity regarded him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, unsure of what game Zach was playing.
"You seem quite eager to taunt me," the spirit of hell remarked, its voice tinged with an air of caution.
Zach's expression softened slightly, his eyes locking onto the spirit's crimson gaze. "My intentions are clear," he said, his tone sincere. "I have no desire to fight you. I will gain nothing from defeating you. My only enemy is the demon Lord."
The spirit of hell regarded him thoughtfully, its dark presence swirling around him. "And what is it that you propose?" it asked, its voice a low whisper that seemed to echo through the abyss.
