In the distance Albedo heard explosions and the occasional scream. Miltia's capital, Dasgupta, was dying.
He didn't care.
His mind was too full of the wonderful cold truth that contact with U-DO had provided him.
He caught the reek of burning machinery and smiled. It wasn't the scent of brimstone but it would do for this impromptu hell.
Hell needed someone to rule it, but none of these minor demons seemed up to the task. It was up to Albedo to find the Devil, tear his black heart from his chest and usurp his throne.
Then he'd look for Rubedo.