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Once he reaches the edge of Purgatory again, there's no hesitation before he's conjured himself to the gates of Hell. Not to the center of Hell, for there are certain safeguards in place effective even against him.
But to one who knows the correct path, which is not straight, it is not so very far at all from the Judges to something that is by all appearances a small office with a large desk, and there is a door behind it, and that is his goal.
He nods to Ozymandias, briefly, as he passes; but the former king, while returning the acknowledgment, doesn't stop him.
His throne room, so to speak, for all that there is only a throne when he wishes for it. At the moment, this room is not unlike an office either, for he has his own thoughts to sort, and paperwork is as effective for that as anything else.
Papers covered with spiky handwriting litter his desk, and there is a single knock at the door before it opens and someone steps inside, shutting it a moment later.
There are two people who would be so bold, and Ozymandias would have stopped him before he entered.
He does not look up, as he continues to write at his desk.
"What do you want?"