The smell of burning flesh was distinct, not even in a separate room, was hell's newest arrival, Eileen Kasma, curled up on the ground, a hand in her mouth to muffle her whimpers as a certain mark glowed bright pink, Valentino was nearby, the younger arrivals wings were tensed up against her back, a mix of pearly white and decayed damaged crow feathers constantly falling out with each tense-up.
Alastor had been in the lobby when he noticed that unmistakable smell coming from the streets outside. Curious, he turned to shadow and teleported outside, promptly confronted with quite the sight.
"Well, what do we have here?"
Alastor watched the suffering sinner as they struggled. No wonder it reeked. It was impressive that she had managed to keep quiet.
"And who might you be, my dear?"
