7
An hour later, I stand in an ornate ballroom at the Ryder mansion.
In a tux.
And so, so bored.
Why did I think this was a good idea again?
That’s right, it’s for Myla. This event will keep my nobles busy and my girl safely away.
I scan the room. It’s a human-style chamber with white plaster walls, a glass chandelier, and small balconies overlooking a dance floor. French doors line one wall; they lead to the gardens outside. Attendees from across the after-realms fill the space: ghouls, angels, quasis, demons and, of course, thrax. Even Armageddon, the King of Hell, is here. He’s a tall figure with a squat body, long limbs and skin that resembles polished onyx. And considering the hungry way Armageddon scans the room?
The King of Hell’s virtual rule of Purgatory will soon become ac
