Duma was learning to fly under the domes of Paixao, getting used to flying "indoors" for lack of a better word.
He was still curious at the group of beings that had been pulled through the gateway, but one in particular stood out among them. Big, dark cloaked, flaming... A ruler of an underworld. Duma flew to land on a ledge where he could try and see if this was one he recognised. The key to Hell seemed to warm against his skin - It was as though it recognised it's own. But who? Eventually he worked the possibilities down to Hades or Pluto. Oh wonderful, thought Duma. Two cultures with similar mythologies, and if I guess the wrong one, he'll be intensely offended. Duma knew gods to be prickly like that.

Still, Lucifer may have visited him, like he did Yemma. It was worth risking pain to find out if a very old friend was nearby... Or find out what happened after Duma had left.

Duma swooped down to land a little way away from the god. After plucking up a little courage he stepped forward and gave a courteous bow.