“Where are we?” Benny asked.
It was darker here. An acrid sulphuric cloud hung in the air, burning my eyes. We stood at the center of lava-island, lined with Demonias’ slaves.
I shrugged.
“On the road to the UnderCity, maybe?” I was unsure.
There was no happiness in this place. Only moaning, screams and suffering. The air was oppressive.
Our escorts pushed us into a caged carriage, pulled by fiery bull-like, fanged, creatures. With a whip-crack, we were on the move.
“Where are you taking us. I demand..”
I stopped Ben, “You don’t demand here, man!” I said, “You’re in their world, now.”
“I shouldn’t be here,” he said, “I was an accountant.”
“Not a very good one, if you landed here, Benny-boy!” I laughed.
“Who is this Demonias?!” he wondered. “What does he want?”
“Satan. The Devil. Belial. Lord of the Underworld. He goes by many names. On this plane, he’s known as Demonias. And it is I that wants to speak with HIM ”
“What?! Are you crazy?”
I smiled, “200 years down here will fuck you up, Ben,”