wn. "
"Its getting hot," said Shrike.
"Yeah, but its a dry heat," said Spyder. No one laughed.
"Why cant the Prince of Darkness have an elevator? Ozzy would," Lulu said.
"Dont disrespect the demons in their own house, dear. "
"Yes, daddy. "
"Maybe this should be a quiet time, while we try to get our bearings," said Shrike.
Spyder stumbled again, cursed. He leaned over the railing and felt a warm wind rising from somewhere below. It still smelled of roses, but there was an undercurrent of something musky and subterranean, darkly fungal. Spyder had to admit that he was a little surprised and kind of annoyed with himself. After all the reading and study hed done concerning the underworld, now that he was actually here, he kind of wanted the place to be a furnace full of guys in red suits, pointy beards and pitchforks. Those childhood images and fears never go away and never really get updated, he thought. You can add on new ones, but you never completely bury the old nightmares.
"How many angels are there?" asked Lulu.
"Depends on who you ask, but the consensus is between a hundred million and a billion. And a third of them went down with Lucifer when he got the door. "
"Youre saying, theres like thirty million crackhead angels down there?"
"Give or take. "
"How fucked are we?"
"It could be worse," said Shrike. "Were sneaking into to a mad place at a chaotic time. War is a great cover for crime. "
"Whats going to be down at the bottom of this staircase?" asked Lulu.
"I wish I knew," Spyder said. "Hells pretty flexible. Different to dif
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