The room had arched ceilings, stained hardwood floors, a fireplace at one end, and a long throw rug with a strange star on it, and beautiful leather furniture. Thousands of portraits displaying gruesome scenes lined the walls. Cassandra, Bill, and Thomas found themselves dumped here, pulled back into Hell once their mortal bodies had been fatally wounded. Lucifer and Legionaries were in the room with them. They had been expecting them.
“Six of them were let out,” Lucifer said as he looked at the three standing before him. “Or am I missing something here, Legionaries? One failed to overtake a body and immediately resumed its place in the pits. I banished another for acting like a little s**t. Now I see just three before me. Where is the fourth?”
“Master, the fourth—Jason—he . . . ” Cassan
