f he has the book, it should be easy to find. Lucifer will probably have it on display, a war trophy. Do you think there will be many guards?"
"How should I know?"
"Youre our Hell expert. "
"Let me tell you, this place isnt exactly what the books said it was going to be," said Spyder. "But, I guess, the psychologys the same. "
"How does that help us?" asked Lulu.
"Theres this old story about Vlad the Impaler, a medieval Romanian prince and the blood-crazy fuck that Dracula is based on," Spyder said. "More than anything, this guy loved killing Turks, and he loved killing them by impaling them on long wooden poles. Hed stake whole fields with thousands of dead and dying Turkish POWs. Everyone was afraid of ole Vlad. A story goes, that he left a golden goblet by a waterfall on the road to his city, a place where travelers could get a cool drink on the long road. This goblet was worth a lifetimes wages for anyone in his kingdom. But people were so afraid of this psycho that no one ever stole the goblet. They didnt want to end up like one of those Turks. "
"Thanks for taking us there, bro. But what the fuck does that mean?"
"Vlad left the goblet so people could get a drink. He also wanted to prove what a badass he was. "
"There wont be any guards at all," said Shrike.
"Thats my guess," said Spyder. "Lucifer knows no one has the balls to steal from him. I bet the place is going to be wide open. "
"Whos going to find out?" Lulu asked.
Before any of them could respond, there was a sound. Deep, ponderous and rhythmic, like diesel engines the size of mountains driving wheels the size of sky
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