[i][center][h2][color=8dc73f]Oliver[/color][/h2][/center][/i]

Oliver cringed away from the louder (albeit smaller) man who had popped up, getting scolded for using the wrong word for whatever they seemed to call this place. Hell, Underworld, it was all the same wasn't it? All it mattered to him was that it just wasn't Earth, it wasn't home. All he could was stare blankly at Belphegor as he knelt a little to show off his horns. They seemed real enough, by Oliver's standards, but he couldn't help but begin to drown in a rather deep lake of despair.

So what if they would be taken care of? They'd [i]died[/i]. They had to accept that they were just [i]souls[/i], lingering in a fiery pit for who knew how long! Even with how hot it was, Oliver began to get chills thinking about it. 

He shrugged off Belphegor's hand from his shoulder, taking a comfortable step back. [color=8dc73f]"Sorry, but you could easily be lying saying you wouldn't lie,"[/color] he mumbled with his eyes pointed at the ground, trying to keep his voice controlled and steady. He deepened his breathing, taking the time to listen to the voices of others. [color=00746b]"Man, this is one hell of a trip," [/color] a nearby guy said, which seemed to sum up a lot of what Oliver himself was thinking. [i]Emphasis on hell...[/i] he mused to himself, finally gaining some sort of semblance. Now, he lifted his sharp gaze to the demon in charge of them, awaiting whatever was to come next.