“What I don’t understand,” Banshee said. “Is that if you are a demon why can’t you get yourself back to the real world?”
Silas turned from the window. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming, something bad. The twisted landscape rolled by. They had passed the Forrest of Sorrows a long time ago, now they passed the Sea of Corpses.
Another dumping ground for used up souls. It was an ocean made of rotting bodies, damned souls feeling every inch of themselves rot, but unable to move. Waves of crimson and fleshy shades rolled through the sea as some unseen force beneath the pile worked at moving them around for some strange purpose. Silas was not sure why. Hell was like that sometimes, as long as suffering was involved, it didn’t need to make sense.
“It doesn’t work t
