Chapter VI: Anger
Previously: She slammed her brother into the wall. "You will speak louder and you will call me mistress!" She demanded.
"Yes, mistress!" He practically shouted.
A knowing grin crept up on her face. If anything unexpected did happen, she wouldn't be caught with her pants down. Her power would continue to grow until not even her father could stop her.
Beastboy came to on a hard cot in a moldy prison cell, holding the back of his head in pain. The mere feeling brought his last memories flooding back, his humiliating defeat being the worst of them.
"Lesson learned: Stick with what you're good at, Gar."
He jolted up and looked around frantically. There were stone walls on five edges of the prison with a plain cast iron set of jail bars on the last. The jail cell opposite to him held a fairly clean-shaven man with only one eye whose gaze was fixed on the green hero.
His own was completely empty. There was no trace of the bag containing the horn or any form of pants with a weapon fragment in them. He was clad in a leather jerkin so worn that it was developing holes in the chest and rips in the seams. They left his trousers which he considered to be a kindness, but more likely just laziness. Who said eternity meant you had to do a full job? He slumped down onto the cot, which he immediately regretted due to its unusually high stiffness.
"That spear did not perform as advertised." He muttered to himself. "I was hardly invincible. As I recall, I was very vincible."
"Prison. Meaning structures. Meaning city. Meaning Dis." Beastboy quickly worked out that he was in the fifth circle of Hell. He did research and made sure to remember features of each world. Anger was the only place that even bothered to keep the damned souls on standby.
He put his bare feet on the floor, actively seeking for the cold and damp to make him fully aware of his surroundings and tear away any lingering semblance of tired from his psyche.
His ears twitched at a voice that wasn't his own. "Well now, this is a surprise. Of all the people I've seen in my life, you are by far the last person I expected to see down here."
Beastboy squinted at the old man, trying to recognize him. Nothing about his facial features rang any warning bells and his scent wasn't familiar, but something about his voice sent shivers down his spine. "Do I know you?"
"We've met many times, shapeshifter. Alas, not strictly face to face. Our encounters have always had a... Degree of separation." The old man put his hand to his face, covering the half of his face without an eye.
Then it dawned on Beastboy. The steady monotone of his voice and the way his eye seemed to stare right through him. "Slade."
The imprisoned super villain sat up straighter, now radiating an aura of calm in this terrible place. "Wilson if you like. Or Deathstroke if you're feeling very generous. I am certainly not trying to conquer the world from the depths of a prison cell. Demons torment my every waking hour."
Beastboy smirked. "Can't be easy for an insomniac."
A sly smile appeared on Slade's face, something he never saw before due to the metal covering during their previous encounters.
"So. Anger, huh? I thought you'd be in for Greed or something." Beastboy thought he'd take it easy. Slade was never his rival and he never really feared the man. And there were two rows of steel bars separating them. He earned the right to be a bit cocky.
The smile turned into a wide grin. "If there was a circle dedicated to vanity, I'd be the most famous resident. There are more reasons for being in a prison than incarceration. My current status is 'In transit'. You are not as fortunate."
"Am I in for something special?"
Slade leaned forwards and stated right into him. "You're still alive." He breathed. The shock of finding someone in Hell who wanted to be was almost overwhelming. Almost.
"Why are you down here? You always had a knack for escaping death."
Slade closed his eyes as if condemning his actions. "My own fault, really. I was expecting to meet my end at the hands of a completely corrupt Robin. Certainly not betrayed by someone in the same line of work. How is my former apprentice, by the way?"
He waved his hand in a circular motion above his head. "Somewhere down here. You can thank your previous employer for that. Who got the better of you, 'cause I'd like to shake his hand."
"You might be the only one who could. When the Brotherhood of Evil went on a recruitment drive, they asked for my patronage. My only condition was a position with the same amount of power as the Brain himself."
Beastboy leaned a little closer. "No honor among thieves apparently. He doesn't take kindly to sharing power."
Slade grimaced. "I learned that the hard way. A single monotone command and his ape was set on me. Usually I can defeat anyone in hand-to-hand combat. You may recall that his hands were a bit bigger than normal.
A green eyebrow raised higher than the other one. "I've fought that monkey before. I can't really imagine him beating you."
A dry chuckle emerged from the old man's throat. "I spent so much time focusing on acquiring Robin that I neglected to form tactics to fight you."
Beastboy scoffed. "You didn't need anything special to beat me. I remember getting my ass handed to me every time we met."
"Mainly because you favor the same creatures to do your bidding. That made you predictable and beatable." Slade leaned forwards. "You could be magnificent. Always changing, always shifting. Always finding different forms to do the same tasks. Nobody to call Master, not one thing to tie you down."
Beastboy certainly liked the sound of that, but something didn't add up. "Wait. If you died while the Brain was still in power, why did I see you at the carnival a week later?"
It was now Slade's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Did you, now?" He murmured. A curl appeared on his lip as if a foreign memory appeared to him.
"Yeah, I saw Terra afterwards and you confronted me while I was at the Hall of Mirrors. You told me she didn't want to remember!"
"Did I confront you?" The old man inquired.
Beastboy shuffled awkwardly. "A dinosaur kind of... bit you in half."
"And did you see my flesh? My blood?" Slade demanded. The tone of his voice wasn't so much pressuring Beastboy rather than asking the question earnestly.
Beastboy's eyes widened as he heard the urgency in the super villain's voice. "It uh. Turned out to be another one of your robots."
"And it responded? Reasoned?" Upon Beastboy's nod, Slade looked away and mumbled. "So 'That' is still in effect..."
The screech of old metal rubbing against itself filled both of their cells. "What's still in effect?" Beastboy was getting desperate as the sound of heavy footsteps crunched closer.
Two massive guards stopped in front of his cell and turned towards him. The gate flew open with considerable force and clanged against the stone wall, causing Beastboy to jump onto his cot. His feeble attempt to stall the guards for a half second more amused them but didn't affect their intent in any way. They grabbed his hands roughly and dragged him from the small excuse for a bed. As he was being torn from his cell, he spared a glance at the former villain, who was now standing next to the bars.
"If we meet again boy, I'll tell you everything."
The guards didn't give Beastboy the time to get to his feet and dragged him across the floor. He got a good view of the corridor the cell was located in and it was a short distance to a large pipe.
He heard the screech of metal again, so he spared a glance backwards. A lone guard had opened Slade's cell this time, but the old man walked out without any unnecessary force. Just before he was dragged out of view, he overheard a few words. "Blaze wants to see you."
He didn't give it much forethought as the guards dragged him to the chute and threw him in. The proceeding pipe fell straight down and opened into a massive arena. He fell onto the ground with a bit of a squelch. Already he was being assaulted from all sides, but by a myriad of shouting voices and angry faces.
A large coliseum surrounded him, filled with demons jeering at the sight of him. He looked around him and saw a horrifying sight. He stood on a sea of decaying bones and rotting flesh. He was surrounded by the remnants of a billion combatants, rotting where they were felled.
He looked back up at the pipe that dumped him into the arena. It was a good twenty feet in the air and glistening with the light of the sparse torches. The chute was lubricated with something and was in accessible in his human form. If he really wanted to, he could easily climb his way back up the chute, but he'd rather move ahead than return to the cells.
He also noticed several other pipes suspended in the air, the obvious entry point for every single one of these dead people.
He heard the sound of bone against flesh and turned to see two other fighters duking it out with closed fist. The battle was between a small thin man against a much larger and muscular opponent, but it was clear that the smaller one was winning.
Two quick jabs to the side and dodging the blind swing, it was clear that the smaller one had the best in combat training. Opening his hand from the clenched fist into a straight sheet of bone, the small one rolled beneath the giant's legs and slashed at the exposed calves. The spurts of blood only served to show that the attackers nails were sharp blades in themselves.
The giant fell to his knees with an awful crunch, arms at his side faced outwards in a sign of defeat. The attacker wasted no time and plunged his straightened hand into the defeated man's chest, bypassing ribs and plunging through the heart and lungs without any difficulty. He withdrew the hand and let the body fall, dead before it joined the comrades fallen on the ground.
Beastboy stared hard at the dark figure, Head lowered and shoulders straight in a constant battle stance. His hands were clenched, quaking with no purpose. Was it sadness? Hesitation? Humiliation? His long black hair tumbled over his muscles, saturated with the grime and the sweat that hadn't been washed for years. The strands that weren't stuck together accentuated every tendon and bulge. He was covered in calluses and scars, the aftereffects of a thousand battles.
His face was obscured by the hair and the terrible lighting, but the light fell onto the man's head, revealing a very familiar scar on the side of his face. Beastboy squinted at the hardened figure. "Robin?" He breathed heavily as he studied the figure. Right height, right size, and the head twitched ever so slightly when he said the name. Clear signs that he was talking to his former teammate.
It was clear what troubled him. The area of Hell he was in, the mood of the crowd watching, and the increased quaking from Robin. Anger. A horn sounded in the distance and the jeering mass stopped, the air calmed, and Robin was still.
If Beastboy wasn't a hardened fighter, he would only see Robin disappear in a flash, but his finely tuned eyes followed around the arena. Sensing that his opponent could keep up, Robin added a quick dash to the green man. Remembering all the spars between them, he raised his arms to fend away the incoming leg.
The hit connected and Beastboy was propelled into the distance. There were many similarities to the between the other matches, but he was faster and hit like a hammer. As he sailed through the air, it occurred to him that years doing nothing but fighting would only improve the Boy Wonder's capabilities.
The fighting style was simpler too. More power than style, something the human hero never preferred. Obviously being pitted against ordinary folk dulled his techniques. Before he could ponder any more, the man sprinted towards him, closing the distance between the two.
Beastboy quickly rose and readied himself for another attack. He would have to defend himself by parrying rather than a full on block. A familiar flurry of blows rained on top of him and Beastboy tried in earnest to dodge as many as possible. He had fought in his human form both recently and often and he took the blows with moderate ease.
His previous bouts with Robin had given him clear markers on what movements meant what action he would take, but was limited by their time apart. In Beastboy's terms, it had been just under two months, but by his estimate, Robin had been fighting for just over three years.
Robin fought dirty too. Every time Beastboy wasn't expecting it, a sucker punch would fly in and nick his jaw or cheek bone. The Boy Wonder clapped his ears and followed through with a roundhouse kick that almost finished the changeling for good. He even slammed an elbow into what would otherwise perfect head dodge and broke Beastboy's nose.
Robins razor nails also played a part, tearing at any exposed skin or bulging muscles. The cuts were shallow and short but everyone combined to form a network of throbbing nerve endings. The substandard jerkin they gave him also failed to provide any protection and was easily shredded.
Beastboy was topless and stretched to his limits. Not only did he have to successfully defend himself from a formidable opponent, he also had to find steady footing against the bodies of the thousands that were just under his feet. He almost fell over multiple times from sliding down a cloth covered torso or getting a foot trapped between two bodies.
He could see how Robin was able to survive this long. Light and agile was the only way to fight at the fullest.
The Boy Wonder recovered impossibly fast from any deflection that Beastboy gave. When a left hook was bounced off an arm swipe, a right kick followed a split second afterwards. When he jumped to avoid a low blow, an unavoidable headbutt flew towards his chest.
As life threatening as the battle was, Beastboy didn't have the heart to strike his former leader. Any openings that Robin gave were ignored and any punches thrown were meant to be dodged rather than hit by.
A punch thrown with two fists came at the green hero simultaneously and he was forced to whack them both away at the same time. He soon realized that it was a mistake as Robin performed his signature move of stepping on his leg and using the momentum to deliver a jaw jarring uppercut, sending them both in opposite directions.
Beastboy jumped to his feet, but his muscles screamed in response. Fatigue hit him like a hammer and his knee failed him as he slumped to the ground. That uppercut shook him to his senses and quickly stopped the flow of adrenaline rushing through his body.
He panted heavily from the exhaustion of this level of fighting. He had to use every trick in his arsenal just to keep up with him. He was never able to beat the Boy Wonder in their normal spars. Now the human had another few years above him and Beastboy was suffering from it.
Something dawned on him. They always had a restriction on powers in their previous bouts. Mainly because Robin would get his ass handed to him if he ever went against an opponent that wasn't one he trained to overcome. He also tried to refrain from shifting in the journey as very few forms could move quickly and carry the items he brought along.
Since he was no longer encumbered by his possessions and not bound to fight on even grounds as before, Beastboy would use his powers to overcome the obstacle.
Beastboy looked around rapidly. It wouldn't be long before the dark-haired man got to him again, so he had to choose the form that would be best in this arena. Nothing too big or he would sink into the rotting flesh like quicksand. Nothing too small or he would never pack a big enough punch to take him out.
Then it dawned on him. The uneven surfaces and the terrible lighting. A creature that could incapacitate an experienced fighter like Robin. Something not heavy enough to sink into the sea of flesh and agile enough to keep up with the Boy Wonder.
A snake. The elongated reptiles moved best when the surfaces were uneven, allowing for sidewinding to be used to its maximum potential. The nocturnal creature could see in the dark and could use other senses to determine where Robin could hide and successfully grapple the superhero.
He had to act quickly. Robin dashed towards him and leapt into the air, aiming to plant a solid foot into Beastboy's chest. Just as the foot was about to find the target, Beastboy willed himself into the biggest snake he could muster.
The foot landed in the middle of one of his coils so the snake stretched itself out, trying to snare Robin. The former hero sensed the danger and jumped up immediately, narrowly dodging the trap. With his milky eyes, Beastboy could see Robin bound several meters away from him and stop, obviously confused as to what happened.
A forked tongue flicked out and tasted the air. The rotting bodies were sensed even stronger now. The air was displaced in many places around the arena. He could sense the movements of everything in a medium radius. He could see his current opponent analyzing the situation in the distance. He could sense small twitches by a couple of the bodies laying on the surface, most likely twinges from an almost dead nervous system.
He could sense the demons watching from the stands high above him but even though he couldn't hear them as well as in his human form, they probably quieted from the strange display they just witnessed. A small part of his nose twitched and he immediately looked at the source. Robin lowered himself to the ground and opened his hands into the best form for grabbing things. He wouldn't allow that to happen.
Beastboy ignored the instinct to wait for his prey to come to him and slithered as fast as he could to the readied defender. He quickly got closer to Robin and coiled up into a tight spring. With lightning speed, he lunged at Robin with fangs extended.
As expected, Robin dodged it but by a narrower margin than anticipated. As the rest of Beastboy's body followed his head, he could feel the skin of Robin's hands try to close in on it. He tried to constrict his body to slip through the fingers quickly grasping onto it.
Robin's hands closed in on themselves, just missing the tightly wound muscles in the snake's body. It was clear that the mixture of the smooth nature of his skin coupled with the coating of blood he picked up while slithering through dead bodies gave his body a slick quality to it. Beastboy silently cursed. While that would allow him to evade many of the grappling techniques Robin would certainly employ, it made his ability to constrict and grip any part of the body severely limited.
He turned around and lunged again, this time just aiming to hit the human's chest and unbalance him. The strike was successful and Robin staggered from the blow. Beastboy slithered to his right and lunged again, glancing off the flailing arm. Another half second of movement allowed the snake to twine himself between the man's unsuspecting calves.
All of his muscles contracted at the same time and Beastboy could feel his lengthy spine try to ensnare his prey. As soon as the Boy Wonder felt the scales on his skin, he leapt up, evading the death-clutch of the reptile trying to catch him. He spared two acrobatic somersaults behind him and landed on all fours.
A clanging sound emitted from the pipe just above Robin and a woman fell out of it, landing just beside him. As she was getting to her feet, Robin reached beside him and grabbed her head, twisting it cruelly. His new talent of instantaneous deaths showed itself again as she slumped back to the spot she landed in, adding a few inches to the ground.
The crowd found a voice again and cheered at the merciless kill, now working themselves into a blood frenzy as they watched the match intently.
Beastboy was forced to whirl around frightened, the crowd was jostling each other so roughly that it was playing with his instincts. They hadn't been a distraction before, but now that they were in a constant state of movement and noise, the snake had to be able to see if any of them were going to attack him.
He looked back to where Robin was, only to find him absent from where Beastboy left him. His tongue flicked out rapidly, trying to locate the man trying to kill him, only getting the smell from the bodies and the demons.
His senses tingled and he shot forwards, trying to avoid the man who jumped on top of him from above, but he wasn't fast enough. Robin grabbed the tip of his tail and du his fingernails in. Beastboy winced at the pain, but it was soon forgotten as he was dragged back.
Once he had a good grip of the snake's tail, Robin used all of his strength to lift it up and whirl it around. Beastboy quickly gained momentum as his speed increased. He was quickly discovering what it was like to be a shot-put.
Just as he got dizzy from going in circles, Robin released, sending him sailing through the air and towards the stone wall separating the arena from the stands.
He hit the wall with a nasty thunk and the impact jarred him back into human form. He picked himself up, rubbing his sore sides and cursing at his inability to defeat the powerless hero. An ear twitched as he heard a door open, the evidence proved as he looked at the other side of the arena. Finally, an opportunity for attack and escape.
Robin dashed towards him, but Beastboy was ready. The second he got into range, the changeling leapt forwards with both fists closed. He connected with Robin's face and ploughed right through, momentum carrying him through the air.
He didn't have any time to lose. He shifted into an eagle and barreled to the slowly closing door. There were two figures in the way, but Beastboy didn't slow down or avoid them. At the last second, he tucked his wings beside his body and dove for the door, bumping into the demons in the way and slipping past them. He got through the door just before it closed on him.
As he sailed through the corridors, he couldn't help but shake the feeling that both of the figures he broke through were familiar. His escape attempt was successful though and he was already moving quickly through the corridors and staircases.
It wasn't long before he got high enough to rise through the street level and into the open air. Freedom never tasted nor the air so sweet. A cesspool of human effluence was too much to handle for a minute and he was shocked at how long he lasted. He could only imagine what it would have been like for Robin.
No matter. He was free now and he was in no hurry to get back there.
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Asmodea was leaning against the wall in one of the hallways connecting to the surface. She had summoned her sister to meet her at the earliest convenience. She wanted to talk about the matter that was interrupted by Raven's untimely departure.
The princess of Lust had sources everywhere and heard everything. She heard that Beastboy had been captured and sent to the dungeons. The fact didn't particularly concern her, he had been an ample distraction but was otherwise worthless to her. He could go and die in the arena like so many of the others and she wouldn't even blink.
His life had meaning to one other, or at least it used to. She enjoyed watching the exploits of her sister's team. So many relationship quirks and amusing subplots. The team allowed a rare insight into humanity, the basest forms of what made friendship what it was.
She saw how the two of them communicated, however one sided it was, and loved every minute of it. She saw the way Raven looked at him, how she spoke to him, and how she acted around him. Even though they had been apart for a number of years now, Asmodea knew that some connection might linger. And if that were true, Raven deserved to know what happened to him.
Asmodea also knew that she had recently survived an assassination attempt. She was glad to hear that her sister survived. Life in Hell was fine the way it was. It didn't need the death of a prominent leader to screw up the works. She just needed to know how the demoness felt after a brush with death.
An angry voice demanded an answer from Asmodea "You wanted to see me?"
She turned around to see her beloved Raven, clad in a flowing crimson cloak. "Raven, darling. You look divine!"
The demoness gave a deadpan look to her sister. If there was ever a time when she was not remotely amused, it was this very moment.
"Take a walk with me, sweetheart. We have a couple things to discuss." Asmodea started walking along the corridor, allowing time for her sister to accompany her. " Last time we met, I was about to tell you something, but you left before I could."
"From what I remember, you already told me what you knew."
Asmodea laughed at the notion. "If I told you what I knew, we'd be here for decades!" She wiped a tear from her eye from the joy of the humor. "I was sorry to hear about the attack. I always knew our brother was unstable, but I never guessed he would go that far."
Raven whirled around. "You knew this could happen and you just let it?" She shouted.
"I had no idea. It was only until after his forces merged into yours that I heard about it." Asmodea tried her best to sound sincere and she was. She just had to convince a very suspicious and untrusting heir to the kingdoms of Hell. "Anyways, I still have something to tell you."
Raven narrowed her eyes at her sister. " What could you possibly say that could be more important than an impending assassination attempt."
Asmodea nudged her sister playfully. " I told you already, I knew nothing about it."
"A likely story." She accused back.
The princess of Lust would have taken her seriously if she didn't find the way Raven said that statement hilarious. "What I was going to say was that you aren't alone down here."
Raven stopped and stared at her sister. "There are millions of demons here and billions of souls imprisoned. How am I alone?"
"I was told of your incursion the moment it happened. What followed was two years of power and control! All of this done on your lonesome." Asmodea explained. "What I mean by not alone is that there was yet another incursion. This one was met with less glamour and has remained mostly under the radar."
Raven slowed the pace along the hallway slightly. "I have four circles to rule. How exactly does this concern me?"
Her sister brought a hand to her chin and tapped it forgetfully. "He expressed a keen interest in finding you. What was that man's name again?" She muttered to herself. Her hand left her chin with a flourish and returned to her side. "Oh, I'm just abysmal with names."
The empath rolled her eyes. Her time was being wasted completely unnecessarily by a woman who clearly like to take her time.
"One redeeming attribute does stand out to me. How many people have do you know that have green skin?"
Raven stopped in her tracks. She spun around and grabbed her sister's shoulder, slamming her into the wall. The purpose was to intimidate her into giving a straight answer, but a wayward moan made it known that she couldn't be intimidated by normal means.
"Garfield! That was it. Head like a sieve, me!" The masochist giggled at her own shortcomings. A flash in her eye gave away the fact that she enjoyed the look of shock on Raven's face.
"Why didn't you tell me this before? How long have you known!"
Asmodea gave her whitest and most innocent smile. "Your own fault, sister dearest. You left before I could tell you!"
Raven brought a claw up to her sister's exposed throat. With all the seriousness and strength she could muster, she spoke three very simple and direct words. "Where. Is. He."
"Again, you avoid what you need by pursuing your own desires. Admirable as that is..." She was interrupted as Raven slammed a closed fist onto the wall next to her head.
"Where."
The smile vanished from the demon's face. "We were already on the way." She pointed a finger to the direction they were walking to before. "Just through that door."
Raven looked at the door and then back to her sister. "He's in the arena?" She growled.
Asmodea had to squint as the violet light from her sister's eyes shone brighter than ever before. "Let's just hope he hasn't been finished off by now."
The empath sprinted to the door with the masochist in close proximity. She kicked the door open and dashed a short distance beyond, stopping to find the idiot who shouldn't have gone to these lengths.
Her excellent vision spotted a green figure on the opposite side of the arena with a man sprinting across the ground towards him. She saw him jump past the man and shift into a bird, growing larger by the second. She barely had time to react as a green eagle barreled its way towards her and pushed its way past her side.
Her head followed the fast animal as it went between both Raven and her sister, through the recently open door, and off into the hallway they just walked through.
Raven was paralyzed by the sudden turn of events. Beastboy was in Hell. For her. The jokester got himself damned. For her. Her teammate expressly disobeyed her last instruction. For her. He journeyed his way through the worst environments, past the most horrifying creatures, and escaped from captivity. For her.
For the first time in her life, her emotions didn't readily present themselves. She didn't know whether to be angry, sad, pissed, happy, furious, pleased, miserable, flattered, humiliated, indifferent, or incredibly concerned. Or all of the above. Or none.
She would have to sort these emotions out before she even considered following Beastboy. If she was even going to bother. Time would tell. Time always told.
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Slade Wilson looked around with his eye at the room he stood in. He had convinced the guard escorting him to make a small detour and he didn't want to push his luck any further.
The room was a mixture of an armory, a lost-and-found, and a general dump. Basically where the dim witted guards threw all the junk they took away from the prisoners and kept their worst battle equipment. He searched around for something that didn't belong, something not normally found in the abyssal depths.
He made deals with demons before and had been in Hell on Earth and even he knew that it was stupid to venture down here without any preparation. But then again, this was Beastboy he was thinking about, practically the definition of laziness. He didn't even get up by two in the morning. Foolishness.
He just about gave up searching when he found a grubby-looking backpack. It had obviously been through Hell but wasn't made in it. He had little time left to pander. He rummaged through the sack with his trained sleight and pulled out various items. Snack bars, a necklace, and a trumpet. He got to the base of the bag and withdrew it in pain. Blood trickled from his finger, something the villain had a hard time believing. With his years of training and conditioning, he was able to feel and avoid blades before they ever broke skin. This time he didn't even feel it.
He opened the bag and took a spearhead from the base. The way the light glimpsed off of it practically screamed unnatural. He knew what this was. The spear of destiny had found its way into his hands and right when he needed a trump card the most. A plan already worked into his mind and it brought an awful grin to his face.
The door kicked open and the demon guard gruffly motioned for the man to follow. Slade opened his hands in a motion that signaled he was going to comply. He had already hidden the blade in one of his sleeves. He left the room feeling confident that even in Hell, he still had the power to conquer.
To Be Continued
I'm very surprised at myself when it comes to this. Damn.
Amenson out.