A new Deal
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Bobby had woken up far too many times on the wrong side of a salt line, and there he was again with someone using a cold banishment against him, the type of banishment you use for shipwrecks and such where the bodies cannot be disturbed.
But it wasn't the banishment that made him blink out of existance. It was an odd-fishhook through the insides feeling. As if something had grabbed hold and wrenched him out of where he was.
He blinked as the world reformed around him. And he knew in seconds where he was. It wasn't the heat or the decor that gave it away. It was the smell, sulfur and blood. Hell. He was back in hell.
He tried to step forward, looking down when it felt like he ran into a wall, and there he could see it. Around the summoning sigil used for ghosts, was a thick ring of salt. He was trapped. and on the other side of the circle was the devil himself.. or the current one anyway.
