They can ask him what the fuck when he's back. Hello implausible mountain.

It's a beautiful implausible mountain! 

How lovely! Cam lands on it and looks for anything like a visitor's center or failing that an obvious path in that people are supposed to take.

There's no visitor's center; there's a path, wide and decorated with lots of precious stones and shiny metals and other things that are not remotely impressive to a demon. There are other people walking the path; they stare at him.

Cam waves. "Is this where one goes to talk to the Valar?"

"...yes. One typically dresses up to go see the Valar." Cam is not wearing a shirt. The comment is perhaps a little pointed. 

"...sure why not." Cam looks for something reasonably tasteful that, if not traditionally masculine, is at least being worn by a dude, and when he finds something copies it in a different color scheme with room for his wings. "Thanks for the tip."

This is astonishing and now a lot more people are staring. "You're welcome," the tip-giver stammers. 

"Anything else I should know?"

"...where are you from? What are you petitioning for?"

"I am from a lovely place called Hell and I am going to ask that the Doom be quarantined so that it cannot escape into Hell and other worlds of my acquaintance if the people to whom the Doom apply interact too much with people from there."

"Ah. The Doom on the Kinslayers. I do not know how open the Valar are to petitions on the topic, they have been petitioned by lots of grieved relatives of Kinslayers."

"I am hoping they would rather fourteen billion innocent people from my home planet who are slated for a thoroughly mediocre afterlife if they die not be casualties of inadequately constrained contact."

"Well, those people aren't Kinslayers, are they? I am sure they won't be Doomed."

"But they wouldn't know about the Doom, and they've never heard of the Valar, so they wouldn't necessarily know to keep their distance from the Doomed people."

"Ah. It is wise to petition the Valar for aid in managing that situation."

"That's what I thought." Walk walk. At least Elves have a better design sense to apply to the Way Too Many Gems school of architecture.

They do! It's pretty tasteful totally excessive gems. And after a while the path winds around to the place he saw from the air where the mountain opens up to rise on both sides of the ring where the thrones of the Valar are. The thrones are currently empty. 

"I'm in a little bit of a hurry," Cam remarks to his interlocutor.

"Oh, go ahead and step into the Máhanaxar and kneel and call on them and they'll be there."

Kneeling. Delightful. Fuckers. In Cam goes. Plop. Annoyed tail-lashing. "Excuse me, Valar?" he says.

And the air pressure goes up, abruptly, and there's a feeling like static electricity on his skin. 

...geez, they're theatrical. "I have a petition to bring before you on behalf of five distant worlds."

"Welcome, stranger. We will hear your petition."

"Thank you. I am a resident of a world - an entire spatially infinite dimension, not a planet - called Hell. It is connected to worlds called Heaven, Fairyland, and Limbo, and also a mortal realm more similar to this one. People in Hell, Heaven, and Fairyland, called 'daeva', can be summoned to the mortal realm. Recently a child here managed to accidentally summon me. It is also possible for mortals to become daeva. I am deeply concerned that any interaction between the powers of daeva and the Doom could be disastrous for, particularly, the fourteen billion mortals of my home, who have never heard of you, will not know to be cautious, and, having no backups, mostly go to Limbo when they die. Limbo isn't a very nice place. I would like to ask that the scope of the Doom be quarantined and apply to no events outside this dimension."