Reclaiming the souls

-What is your command, my Lord ?

Zandramas the demoness was kneeling in front of her master, the lord of darkness himself. Around them, the sound of helpless souls being tortured for eternity sounded like a sweet music to the demoness' ears.

-I want you to go up there, to California, to be more precise. There are many mortals over there who made a deal with me over the past years, offering their soul in exchange of success and fame. They probably forgot about this, but the time has come to take their souls and bring them here forever.

Zandramas licked her lips with a lustful expression. She loved seeing those puny mortals meeting their fate, right when they were convinced they were going to get away with it.

-It will be a pleasure, my Lord. Who should I start with?