“W-well good luck cooking it!” said Nonon. “How’re you gonna cook an orca in a shitty bread oven, huh?”

Satan looked at Banagher. “Hellcaptain?” he said.

Banagher sighed. “Aye-aye.”

The Hellcaptain flicked his wrist. A moment of silence passed. Nonon heard a bubbling sound. She looked down.

A pillar of flame burst from the ice. It wholly engulfed the orca, and partially engulfed Satan. He smiled a smug smile that Nonon hated.

“Just say when,” said Banagher.

“When,” said Satan.

The flame stopped, and the orca was cooked to perfection. Satan was unscathed.

“Don’t need an oven when the Phlegethon’s right downstairs,” he said.

- Ragnarust Round 5