By Tad Williams
I’ve been advised to visit Hell extra occasions than i will be able to count number. yet this time I’m truly going.
My name’s Bobby buck, occasionally referred to as Doloriel, and naturally, Hell isn’t a great spot for somebody like me. I’m an angel. They don’t like my type down there, now not even the marginally fallen type. yet they've got my female friend, who occurs to be a stunning demon named Casimira, Countess of chilly arms. Why does an angel have a demon female friend? good, on no account since it is helping my career.
She’s being held hostage by means of one of many nastiest, strongest demons in all the netherworldEligor, Grand Duke of Hell. He already hates me, and he’d like not anything higher than to get his fingers on me and rip my immortal soul correct out of my borrowed yet oh-so-mortal body.
yet wait, it will get higher! not just do i need to sneak into Hell, make my method throughout hundreds of thousands of miles of terror and agony to arrive Pan- demonium, capital of the fiery depths, yet then i need to thieve Caz correct out from below Eligor’s burning eyes and smuggle her out back, earlier demon squaddies, hellhounds, and all of the murderous creatures imprisoned there for eternity. or even if I by some means have the capacity to break out Hell, I’m additionally being stalked by way of an undead psychopath named Smyler who’s been following me for weeks. Oh, and did I point out that he can’t be killed?
So if I by some means live to tell the tale Hell, elude the Grand Duke and all his hideous minions and make it again to the genuine international, I’ll nonetheless be the main hunted soul in production. yet not less than I’ll have Caz. Gotta have whatever to seem ahead to, right?
So simply pour me that rattling drink, will you? I’ve obtained someplace to head.