fracturedxinnocence | Linger | Liked for a LONG starter
Were they going to make it? By this image, they were no closer to it than they’d started. It wasn’t his intention, not with how Hell intertwined, got closer and closer to his own kingdom before spilling to confusion once more. It wasn’t his design by any mean, Lucifer be blamed for Hell’s floor plan. Sam had his own course figured, but she had caused it to be erratic- he no place for judgement, no clear sight of knowledge. It was frustration to an unbelievable height, one he’d rather extinguish from his existence, but that would lack her existence which was equally frustrating. Of all his companions, and those who do not walk among him anymore, she was the most interesting. And the one more and less likely he’d want to feed to Hellhounds.
“We have aways away before reaching common ground, Ana.” She’d known that, but the reminder was necessary for his own sake. They’d been wandering for days, nearly months by the standards of Hell. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know his way around, having his own share of traveling what is known of Hell’s outskirts by way of the cage being placed to distant from the throne. Maybe the reminder of their origin never pleased the eyes, especially with the feathers of an angels combing the surroundings. “The further we go, the stronger the magic will be. Even with me, we will be open to the touch of deception, manipulation.” It was in the air, the water, the land they stepped upon. It was the trick of Hell, to have water which confused, rules of which could not be disobeyed. Dante’s Inferno was the borderline of reality when it came to the pit.