Go into Hell, the hot demons said.
It’ll be no big deal, they said.
I was only supposed to walk through a Hellish Ring or two so we could find out my demonic origin. Easy peasy, Right? Wrong.
Now I’m alone, locked up in some freak’s dungeon, and mourning the loss of my demons.
Could they have done the impossible and survived the attack? Can they find me here? I don’t even know where here is. And…why the hell do I have wings?
I don’t have time for this shit. I need to figure out what I am, where I am, and how to get out of here. Because I have a Hellgate to guard and my demons to search for, and nobody is going to stand in my way. Not even the Devil himself.