So, expect this mission to wrap up pretty quickly. I had planned it differently but things changed and I really don't want to spend tons of chapters writing a mission when I could be taking this other places.
So you get a somewhat (not very) deeper look into Botan's character this chapter. Being a ferry girl can't just be rainbows and butterflies.
Prompt: Fresh
All in Due Time: Not So Pleasant Feelings
It had not taken the Spirit Detectives long to get back to the portal where Hiei and Botan had experienced their first encounter with the demons they were after. Between the four men, lesser demons were disposed of in ample time and information easily made it their way. This now left the five friends looking down into a dark, hot hole in the ground, the area around them burning and decimated from the destruction their fighting had caused. This hole supposedly housed the man they were all after. Kuwabara shivered and swore they were all walking into the first level of Hell, it was so hot. Hiei grunted and shoved past him, eager to get this over with, and the rest followed quickly.
Walking further into the cave-like hole in the ground, torches lit up the stone walls, and it became increasingly hotter with each step. Feeling nearly suffocated, the group walked on until Botan fell to her knees, shaking her head in her hands.
Frustrated, and not hot at all unlike the other four, Hiei picked her up by her collar, "Woman, we are not stopping. Get moving."
Botan made no move to remove herself from his grasp and shook her head again, "You don't understand! The spiritual unrest... these souls, they're rotting."
"Rotting?" Yusuke piped up, his voice coming out breathy from the intense heat. She nodded, Hiei finally setting her on the ground, "Yes, rotting. It's hard to explain. A fate worse than Hell, perhaps. Your soul just decays; it's agonizing. I can feel it."
The three men looked at her with sympathetic eyes as Hiei walked ahead. She sighed and followed Hiei, leaving them behind. They sympathize, but they don't understand. None of them did. Whatever was happening was just wrong; evil. She wouldn't wish it on anyone.