"Its the black blade, hungry for death, even among the dead. "
Spyder pressed the knife harder into the things throat. "Are you the little prick who snatched my blindfold?"
"Why would I do that? You talking meat are vile enough as spirits. Who wants you alive down here, eating and defe-cating and breathing your foul stenches into the air?"
Spyder withdrew the knife, but kept it by his side. The creature clumsily crawled onto its tiny feet.
"Who are you?" asked Shrike.
The creature proudly drew itself up to its full height of about four feet. "I am Ashbliss, servant and valet to his Divine Abhorrence, the Lord of Flies, Beelzebub. "
"Why were you spying on us?"
"This is my day off. I often come here to play about with lost souls. They make funny noises. "
"Fuck off, pink boy," said Spyder, "before I carve my initials in your ass just too see what kind of funny noises you make. "
"You dont want to do that. Im here to help you," said Ashbliss. "Youre the Painted Man. "
"Who?"
"Modesty is such a bore. But I know about you, and you need my help. Youre here for the book, arent you?"
"How do you know that?"
"The same way I know who you are. Youre here because you have to be. Its all been foretold. Youre not the first champion to come this way. Youre not the first talking meat to come for the book. This beach and the roads of Hell are paved with the bones of the champions who came before you. "
"How can you help us?" asked Shrike.
"I can take you to where you want to go. To the book. "
"Why would you do that?"
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