[You might wonder if there's a particularly miserable, pitiful ghost wandering around in the tunnels, from the whines and moans that echo across them.
But no, it's just the Devil, stumbling around uselessly, dizzy and feverish. Probably dying, too. No, he's died before, and he does not remember it being this bad. This has to be some sort of divine punishment, one even worse than those he's used to delivering himself. There is no other possible explanation for his current state.]
[LOUD, miserable coughing, before he mutters to himself.]
Can't do anything right, can they? Even immortality they had to screw up... [Please end his suffering.]