d that guy, it wasnt random. Souls are sorted all over Hell, starting right here. This is the Bone Sea. The ones who end up in it are so foul that even Hell doesnt want them. The ones wandering around this shore and on the other side, theyre maybe worse off. Completely lost. They cant get into Heaven and they wont go into Hell. Theyll spend eternity right here by this river of shit. We dont have that option. If we dont move, Shrikes going to die. "
The voices of the wandering souls grew quiet, then came back louder than ever. Lulu said, "Remember how I used to tease you about it being all ironic with you named Spyder, that youre so afraid of spiders?"
"We worked that over once or twice. "
"Be glad youre blind right now. I shit you not, theres a twelve foot tall spider strolling down the shoreline kicking people out of his way like hes Donald fucking Trump. "
Spyder reflexively pressed his back into the outcropping and went very cold inside. He wanted desperately to find the tunnel and go back up they way they had come, but Shrike grabbed him and held on.
"We have to go on," said Shrike. "Trust me. Ill take care of you. "
"Weird," said Lulu. "That spider looks sort of mechanical. Like someone took about ten junked cars, some old TVs and prosthetic limbs, wired them together and taught them to walk. And it gets better. The things got a human head. "
Feedback knifed through Spyders head, bringing back memories of a hundred sweaty clubs on a thousand drunken nights. A voice crackled and boomed, broken, imperious and mad.
"Move along, you desperate scum, you noxious void of the earths bowels, move along! Your fate lies across the Bone Sea, not on my shore
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