Christian along with Jessie followed the furies up a small hill and behind a poppy field, then under a bridge where she heard chattering.
Jessie looked over at Christian.
"People trying to plead their case and leave hell."
"They can do that?"
"It takes them a millennium or two, which often leads them to forget what they are in line for."
The furies halted, just before of a glass case.
"Your armour, now hurry, we have souls to torment." One urged.
Jessie's eyes gleamed at the gold and black armour of Christian. The helmet had a red feather in the centre, small silt for the eyes, and the breast piece seemed impenetrable.
"You know, for some reason, I thought that I would have been able to fit you in wolf form."
Christian cracked a smile, "no. Fighting as a human is much better for t
