ferent people at different times. Its got a geography, all these little fiefdoms controlled by Lucifers lodge buddies. Theres the big boys palace in the biggest city, Pandemonium. Some prophets say Hells just a big, pointless machine, that all the damned souls are cogs and gears and that the machines only purpose is to grow with no purpose at all. Others say that life in Hells just like life on earth, only more hopeless and boring. Some traditional types still go with the fire and brimstone story, and why not? Someones got to have that old school stick up their ass. " Spyder shrugged. "Ive talked to Shrike about the demons and laws and traps Ive read about, but, were not going to know whats down there until were on the ground. "
Lulu laughed.
"What?" asked Spyder.
"Im just rememberin something. After I came out to my folks, all the times they told me this is where Id end up. And here I am. "
The air grew hotter and more fragile, brittle almost. Not like the desert. It felt artificial, as if someone had left on a giant dehumidifier and it was sucking the moisture from everything. The rising air from below was full of an itchy grit that settled on everyones skin and instantly itched. Hell already sucked and were barely through the door, Spyder thought.
Spyder felt Shrikes hand close around his. "When we get down there you stick close to me, pony boy. "
"Why didnt you tell that being blind was such a drag?"
"You get used to it.
"This probably wasnt the time to start. "
"Damn. Were here. The bottom," said Lulu. "Be careful stepping down. "
"Where do we go now?" Spyder asked.
"I was going to ask you, Mr. Wizard.
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