The boulder Cerberus had flung at him exploded next Silas, throwing him forward. He landed on his stomach and slid down the steep road scraping up his chest despite his jacket and threadbare shirt. His exposed skin was riddled with cuts from the sharp rocks ripping into him like shrapnel. Even the ground was against you in Hell.
His body ached from bruises and the cuts burned with each movement he made. Infection would set in soon. This was hell; all cuts became infected eventually. Apparently, healing was for the righteous. Here he had none of the preternatural healing he enjoyed while on earth.
His lungs burned as he sucked in the chalky dust kicked up by the boulder. He coughed, trying to expel the foul Hell earth from his throat and lungs. The taste of the ground was dead an
