TRIS'S POV:
"When is Tobias going to get here?" I thought worried.
God, I needed to calm down and give the guy more than a few hours.
The underworld, is dark, full of fire, and we all just stand around miserable, waiting for the next wave of torture.
Yeah, sometimes Hades would send more flames, or man-eating bugs to pick away at our soul-flesh.
"Who used my telephone!" a large, deep voice yelled.
All the other souls scattered, and so did I.
"It was Beatrice Prior wasn't it!" the voice yelled.
"Well what are you going to do about it, Hades!" I called, immediately wishing I hadn't.
"This!" Hades roared. He picked me up, only have to use two fingers.
Dear Lord, what had I done.
I was then thrown into a cell, full of fire, I cried out in pain. I couldn't see any damage to my skin, probably because I was just a soul now, but I could feel it.
"Tobias, please... come soon." I thought as a tear streamed down my face.