Oraxael shrugged off the instinct to chuckle; now was not the time nor the place to be so flippant.<br/><br/>"Comes with the territory, old friend," he answered quietly, "My form is adapted to it - there's a reason things get mean on Earth when it gets unbearably hot out...more demons find it to be comfortable working conditions."<br/><br/>The two walked stolidly onwards, passing by numerous lakes of torment and punishment.  An occasional hellish being looked their way, quizzical about the presence of such a spirit of light in a place so dark.  One soul cried out as they passed.<br/><br/>"Save me, angel!" he wailed, "have mercy!"