I opened my eyes and took a long, deep breath. Then, I sighed.
Just a normal Tuesday night in Hell.
Closing my eyes, I thought back on what the demon said. 'Father, help me! The Hellwalker is not a Mortal!'. Also, telling me to fuck off and die. Very colorful vocabulary for a Demon, all things considered.
While my time in Hell had gone through my mind, I only saw glimpses of utter insanity and unrestrained brutality. Dreams helped me paint a more solid picture.
Also, Pokora's existence made me doubt the million years thing, but something inside me confirmed the length of my trial. One of those pesky instincts that gripped my mind with an unbreakable lock.
Something else to ask the Gods, or other Halves, I thought as I looked to the side. I saw big, red tits.
Yolin was sleeping with me, limbs all around my body. My head nestled between her breasts.
From Hell to Heaven, nice!
