The further I went from the Hotel, the more uneasy I became. The tunnels were littered with broken glass, the burnt out husks of old cars. The people that I passed were obviously souls because they all had that same vacant expression and lost of scared look in their eyes. If I focused on one for too long, the air around them changed into a horrible scene or situation that would repeat itself over and over again. Most of them were horrible crimes from there life, how they died, or things they had done to other people.

I tried to keep my eyes on the ground and off of the souls. Many of them I recognized from reaping them and I hated to see the fate they were forced to endure, whether they deserved it or not. Unfortunately, this method quickly got me out of the tunnels...but completely lost. I found myself in a wide open space that seemed to go on for miles. The ground was cracked and rocky and I could see the fuzzy outline of mountains in the distance. I now had a choice. I could go back into the tunnels and try to find Pride, or I could try to find another way out this way.

I wandered the barren landscape, nothing seeming to change no matter how far I walked. Eventually, through the mist I spotted a red glow coming from the ground ahead. Curiosity made me make my way over to it. That and it was the only change of scenery I'd seen so far. As I got closer, I realized it was a huge crater in the ground, rimmed with fiery embers. I could hear screaming and cries of pain. Looking down in it, it was filled with people from all nationalities, some I'd reaped, some I hadn't, each one being put through terrible tortures, punishments, and torment.

'The lake of fire...' I thought in horror. I'd heard stories about it but most of them were just rumors. This was worse than all of them. Among the tormented and their tormentors, there were various torture devices from every era in history and some unknown to man that I had no idea what they were used for. I backed up, not wanting to see anymore of the hideous sight, until I bumped into something. I turned to see three men standing behind me, wearing clothes similar to the tormentors down in the pit. Demons...

"Looks like we have a visitor," one with a slight Hispanic accent said.

"She's hot." Grumbled one of his companions.

"Hot or not, it ain't polite to go wandering around restricted areas without an invitation. I say we teach her a lesson." I glared at the third demon as his eyes roamed my body hungrily.

"I get her first." The second flashed me a carnal grin, "When I'm done you can teach her whatever you like."

"Forget it, Yeats." The first one said. "Not until we know who sent her."

"I wasn't sent. I'm lost." I crossed my arms. Maybe I could use Jake's influence to my advantage. "I'm Jake's guest."

"Damn. She's with Jake. I guess we better not mess her up too bad then."

"I'm not buying it, Nash." Yeats snapped, "If she was really with Jake, then she wouldn't be out here."

"I never said I was with Jake. Just that I'm his guest. I came from Hotel Ambrosia." I rolled my eyes.

Yeats grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me to him, "I don't believe you. What do you say we put you to good use? How do you feel about an audience?"

I reeled back and punched him in the jaw for even suggesting such a thing. I was Death and i deserved respect. Without me they'd have no one to play with. Yeats spit out black blood and growling at me, began fumbling with the buttons on the back of my dress. "If she does belong to Jake, and he finds out, who knows what he'll do..." Nash sounded nervous.

"I. Don't. Belong. To. ANYONE!"

"Shut up." Yeats sturck me with the back of his hand, holding me up wit the one gripping my arm. "Diego, help me hold her down."

I began thrashing, trying to pull away as the first came toward me, but I didn't have anywhere to go. The Lake of Fire was behind me, and Diego, Nash, and Yeats where surrounding me. Even the nervous one, Nash, seemed to be too excited at the thought of a new conquest to be worried about Jake anymore.

"Get your filthy paws off her." Said a voice so menacing even the screams coming from the pit seemed to get quieter in fear. Jake materialized out of the haze, a furious expression on his face. It was angrier than I'd ever seen him and it slightly scared me. If he hadn't been so careful with me since I got here I might have been terrified. He seemed more dangerous that the others, the three demons paralyzed with fear. They must have been lower class demons, like the ones guarding the clubs or working at the hotel.

"We didn't know she was, uh...spoken for. We wouldn't have touched her otherwise." Diego promised.

"I tried to tell them she was..." Nash began but Diego shot him a silencing glare.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood right now," Jake hissed, "Now get out of my sight before I put you on the rack myself!" The trio let me go and quickly crawled back into the pit to get back to work. Jake's expression softened and he touched the red place on my cheek where Yeats had stuck me and sighed. "So...How much did you see?"

"All of it."

"I did try to warn you. I'm sorry this happened."

"No...Don't be..." I shook my head, "It was something that I needed to see."

"Azrael..."

"I only bring souls to the gates to be collected. I've heard rumors but I've never really known what happens to them after...Now I do...And it will help me do my job better when I get out of here." When. Not if. I didn't care if he liked it or not, there was no way I would stay in Hell longer than I had to.