vered in sigils, the magical symbol for each angels name. I recognize a few. Baal. Pillardoc. Azazel. Salmiel. Beelzebub. Lucifers sigil is just ahead. Its huge. The size of a whole cliffside. That hellhound took a great big whizz to mark his territory. "
When they reached the spot on the map indicating that they should enter the plains of Dis, Shrike stopped. It was on the wind: the faint, but unmistakable rotten egg stench of sulfur. She checked the map and turned them to the southwest, as Ashbliss had advised. "This way," she said simply. They turned off the marked path and headed overland flowing their instincts and the word of a demon.
Soon, they came to the Forest of Lies, where things were seldom as they first appeared. Paths turned to dust underfoot. A bare tree sprouted vicious thorns when Lulu leaned on it to take a stone from her shoe. The sickly, brooding birds that nested in the twisted branches murmured to them to break their spirits.
"She cares nothing for you. She wants the book. The power. When she has that, shell leave you like all the -others. "
"You killed your father. With your treachery and lust, you took the snake into your bed and set him loose in your home. "
"They still suspect you. They will abandon you here and return to the world and laugh about your torment while they fuck. "
The deserted library in the Forest of Lies was a derelict old building. Its doors and windows were long gone and the pages of its books blew through the woods in a blizzard of falsehoods. Spyder picked up the some of papers that wrapped around his legs and snagged overhead in the trees. There were love notes, suicide notes, tax returns, forged money, old treaties embossed with government seals
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