For a moment, Michael waited for some sort of indication that there was more to what Duma was saying. He expected some sort of grand punishment for such things? Michael had known Him to only care upon extreme corruption, and even then, he seemed to find such affairs petty at best. "You're worried over that? I have done worse." Surely. Though, the reaction was different. Human. It was unsavory at best. "I do not understand."
Names were different, and while Michael knew nothing of Hell or this Golden City, he assumed they were akin to places he knew. It was common enough, in a sense. "None are welcome there. He has left and the gate is sealed. No souls have been able to enter at all."