After leaving the party in a rush, I tried to make it back to my site of the land. I was just so shaken up from all the nights fun activities. Why did I ever think it was a good idea to take up that invite. What was I thinking? Demons and humans don’t mix. They are the top dogs and we are the scum off their feet. 

I mean, watching lords of legions of hell is fun and all. Having the very center of my mind torn apart and then stitched worked back together by the shaking hands of Dr. Mengele, or at least that’s what it had made my head feel like the next day. I’ve never even had hangovers back before that were this bad. 

All of this just wanted me to distance myself between Frank and I. Don’t get me wrong, he is a fantastic executioner and his skills with his blade are phenomenon. But, it all just felt we were taking this whole buddy-buddy thing a little too fast.

The next morning, after making my way through the stretching line of boredom for our daily caffeine flavored dirt drinks, I made my way out of the dining swamp and headed to the long connecting path way. 

This large bridge, formed the the bones of fallen angels; gathered since before the downfall of Lucifer and his original devout followers. Massive, the bones made a formidable bridge. One would swear they were equivalent to the titian’s of ancient Greece.

It connected the lower parts, where the souls were kept, to the higher reaches. Up top of the cascading cliff sides stood a building of great intimidation. Formed just as Franks home, the reaching stalagmite building protruded off into crooked and jagged angles.  

In front of me loomed the Ordo Classifarium. This ancient building was forged in the first Aeon of hell’s reign. I read it on a little plaque a about a quarter of a mile away from the building. 

For a lack of better term, this building is the main offices. Satan sits at the tallest tower, with his nice throne. The walls bleed and ooze out puss, the minions beckon to his every call. It must be real nice for him there. 

The walk way leading towards the main gateway was paralleled by iron rods. Some were adorned with a rotting carcass. I figured these were just the last remains of a rebellion that happened 3 deca-mellenium ago. I had heard a short mention of that the other night at Frank’s house. 

Somewhat uneasy at the surrounding spits, I tread carefully. Being as a new soul, I wasn’t even sure if we had the proper clearance to come this way. Was there a hot line I was supposed to call?

“Hey!” 

I almost jumped right out of my skin. What the hell just said that? I thought things things were dead and I haven’t  heard the fluttering of wings overhead. Nor had I spotted a damned soul anywhere within the last twenty minutes; but I don’t think the thick fog overlay hurt my vision or anything, either.

“Hey, I’m talking to you. Yeah you, over here. Help me!”

Turning around in a three sixty, there seemed as if one of the bodies impaled on a spike was motioning too me. What I actually saw as I came within clear visibility was some quite comically sad. Starting from the lower left back and having the end splitting out the right side of its lower neck, the twisted body’s head was forced back at a incapacitated angle. As if its neck was snapped, and the head was left to swing and sway in anyway it pleased. 

For reasons of self loathing, I once again felt the need to help. I was willing to hear his case and see what I could do. 

“What can I  help you with? I really don’t have a lot of time, so could you make it quick?”

A high pitched shriek came from the withering bag of bones, I could only think of it as a depressive sigh or laugh. 

“Look at me man, I’m a mess. You gotta do something.”

Looking back and forth, still enshrouded in the fogbreath, I didn’t spot anything to cause suspicion of being caught. 

“Nah man, I don’t think I can be of any help to you. Because coming to think of it, at orientation they said something about No breaking the oath of Hell’s Honor, and boy do I care about protecting that seal I signed.”

“Oh, of course. How could I forget, Hell’s Honor….”

“Yeah, well sorry!” 

And with that I turned and continued to keep making my way towards the large office doors. But from behind me I heard as he called out.

“Come on, man! You can’t do this! At least get me a water or something! I’m dying over here!”

I hurried, forcing my legs to go faster then they ever have. The shrieks from that thing were getting worse and worse, to the point where it must have made someone mad. 

From the thick darkness descended a trio of winged terrors. Armed with halberd’s, the tore limb from torso. Leaving the already impaled creature limbless. The largest of the three demons hovered in front of the culprit and made a very clear statement.

“We come back again, you live your life all over again; but this time as a worm. But I will have Mammon spawn your wretched soul above a nest of feeding birds. And this will continue for all of eternity. Until the gates of heaven are crashed down and the Lord, The Dark One, is back upon his rightful thrown. Do I make myself clear, miscreant?”

With that off the three left and still ever undetected continued onward towards the offices.