Here we are again, surrounded by nothing but blackness and death and fire. The screams and shrieks of tortured souls are echoing through the labyrinth of hell like bone-chilling music.
“Come on,” I say to Sylvia as I proceed toward the throne room. “Let’s pray that Lamia is more receptive to me this time.”
As we journey through the maze of corridors, we cross paths with several suspicious bisicones and demons, but apparently they know who we are. They don’t even bother to stop to question us. They just stare as we pass by with their soulless black eyes.
By the time we reach the pointed archway that leads to the throne room, I can’t wait to get out of this God-forsaken place.
Once again I find Lamia draped lazily across the throne that used to be Lucifer’s. I can’t even fathom seeing hi
