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“So once again, along the outward brow of Circle Seven I progressed alone to where there sat these souls in misery.” ―Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
The dark lord wanted to meet me in person? I went over this statement a few more times, thinking that Morpheus was distorting the truth. Lucifer had no reason to ask for me. I was no one.
My throat felt dry and painful. I told myself that these were the effects of hell’s influence and vodka. I sat at the back of the car, as he drove in silence. I kept staring at him, wanting to ask him why I kept seeing him in my memories, but I knew that he wouldn’t answer me anyway. He obviously wasn’t prepared to tell me anything about my past.
When I came back to London without Summer two years ago I tried to get on with normality but found it a
