"Quite unfortunate," Alastor mused, folding his hands neatly behind his back. "In Hell, souls are commonly traded as easily as coins which is enough of a horror. I can't fathom not just being a slave in body but also mind.

"At least when one first trades their soul to someone, it's by their own poor choices. I take it this poor species is enslaved cradle-to-grave regardless of their own decisions."

He shook his head.

"No no no no, I certainly wouldn't want to see that here!"