We arrive in New Orleans and I immediately feel like an enormous weight has been lifted from my chest. The very air down in hell feels... heavy. Soul-crushing. Especially now that my demon side has been suppressed, it almost seems like hell doesn’t want me down there.
Well, the feeling is mutual.
I hope I don't have to go there again any time soon.
I quickly put on a cloaking spell so my angelic form doesn’t draw any unwanted attention while we head out to find Alonso. It’s almost sundown here, and he will be waking up soon.
After the spell is complete and I'm once again in the body of an unassuming teenager, I look down at my companion. “Ready?” I ask her with a smile. Her grey fur is glistening in the red glow of the late afternoon sun, and I have to admit that she looks beautiful a
