...

Hell itself.

[ there's a... pain behind his eyes as he can't stop the stuttering slideshow of images from some life that isn't his flash through. Pulsating trees made of blood and a sky that's red and black and white with bone and rot--

Hell.

He shakes his head. ]

I will warn those who may well go to that place in my stead.

I think, perhaps, I will spend my energy trying to find this demon, instead. I feel a need to get back at him for destroying my shop and stealing my employee.

...Again.
This is my third employee they've stolen.