This chapter like the previous was beta'd by RhaenaTargaryen
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Jaime hit the ground hard. It hurt like a son of a bitch, yet he didn't seem to be injured. Perhaps there was a bright side to being dead and in hell after all.
He got up and dusted himself off. That ended up being an unwise decision as he ended up breathing in all the soot that flew in the air as a result. He ended up coughing a bunch. His throat was so dry that it hurt tremendously.
Once he recovered, he began to move. He knew he needed to find Cersei. Unfortunately, he hadn't the slightest iea of where to look. The heat and thirst were both unbearable, yet his love for Cersei forced his feet forward.
He believed he was currently in The Father's Hell. Father's Hell was said to punish the ignorant and prideful. He recalled hearing how those who go there were subject to being broken on a wheel. Cersei was definitely guilty of pride and ignorance, but he hadn't seen her there with him. Of course, it was quite vast, but surely as they had died at the same time they would have resurrected so to speak in the same location. He was also certain she was far guiltier of other sins. He wasn't sure what her greatest sin was. He tried to think what it would be but the heat and thirst still made it impossible to concentrate.
By now he had been walking for what felt like hours but was, in reality, mere moments. The strange rain had changed from a light drizzle to that of rain typical on any rainy spring day. To his surprise, all the demons seemed to have run away. Perhaps they didn't like rain. It mattered not to him just so long as they didn't bother him. The people were another matter. Some of the people he passed were laying in pain. Others were looking up at the sky, if it could be called such, in awe. Some were holding out their tongues and catching the strange rain with them. He did the same, noting that this strange water tasted rather salty.
On and on he walked. By now he had walked for what seemed like days but was in reality hours. He still wasn't sure which part of hell Cersei would be in. The heat and thirst were still preventing him from being able to form any sort of plan.
To his relief, he had not come across too many demons in his travels. Those that he had come across ignored him. All demons that he encountered were heading straight ahead, fast as could be, as if they had somewhere important to be. Jaime was sure it was unwise to head the direction all the demons were going, but he also surmised that perhaps they too were heading to a different section of hell. They had after all seemed disturbed by the strange rain so mayhaps they were trying to escape it. He decided that if he wanted to find Cersei he had best follow them.
As he continued his travels several people reached out for him, some begging, pleading for his help. Others weakly were trying to attack him. He swatted them all away like the pests they were, his only goal being to find Cersei.
He was several hours into his walk when he heard a familiar voice weakly call out his name.
Who do you think the voice belongs to?