By Tad Williams
I’ve been informed to visit Hell extra occasions than i will count number. yet this time I’m truly going.
My name’s Bobby greenback, occasionally referred to as Doloriel, and naturally, Hell isn’t a great spot for somebody like me. I’m an angel. They don’t like my sort down there, no longer even the marginally fallen sort. yet they've got my female friend, who occurs to be a gorgeous demon named Casimira, Countess of chilly arms. Why does an angel have a demon female friend? good, in no way since it is helping my career.
She’s being held hostage through one of many nastiest, strongest demons in the entire netherworldEligor, Grand Duke of Hell. He already hates me, and he’d like not anything greater than to get his fingers on me and rip my immortal soul correct out of my borrowed yet oh-so-mortal body.
yet wait, it will get larger! not just do i need to sneak into Hell, make my method throughout millions of miles of terror and pain to arrive Pan- demonium, capital of the fiery depths, yet then i must scouse borrow Caz correct out from less than Eligor’s burning eyes and smuggle her out back, earlier demon infantrymen, hellhounds, and the entire murderous creatures imprisoned there for eternity. or even if I in some way have the capacity to break out Hell, I’m additionally being stalked through an undead psychopath named Smyler who’s been following me for weeks. Oh, and did I point out that he can’t be killed?
So if I by some means live on Hell, elude the Grand Duke and all his hideous minions and make it again to the genuine global, I’ll nonetheless be the main hunted soul in production. yet not less than I’ll have Caz. Gotta have anything to seem ahead to, right?
So simply pour me that rattling drink, will you? I’ve received someplace to move.