Benny sat limply at my feet. “all I did was launder money,” he smiled weakly up at me, “And now look at what’s in front of me,”
“Yup! Hell’s a bitch, Benny-boy!”
“If I’m caught? What happens?”
“You burn for a Hell-Day, until the next midnight”
Benjamin would burn alright! There was no warrior in him. He would not be much of a quarry. My new friend, Benny here, would learn horrible suffering, I was sure of it.
My lips curled in to a smile.
I turned my back on him, and took to staring at the door. Behind it was Demonias. Trading one soul for mine was nothing new to a murderer like me. I killed for sport in the Overworld. But 200 years in this place changes you. I found myself torn. Oh i didn’t pity Benny-boy, here, or sympathize. I didn’t know this man, from Adam. I didn’t care if he burned forever. He was my meal-ticket. Nor did I envy the torture that he will, undoubtedly undergo.
No, I envied the proximity that he would have to Him, while I would all but forget Him. Forget His fire. His power.