Frankly, Hell was less torture, more tedium.

Day 22,359 of heaving boulders into the abyss, Kat sighed and released another. The brimstone boulder disappeared into the orphic black below, along with its sulfuric funk.

Tarnished armour shimmered by torchlight. He rose up from the pit, winged and wincing.

“Sorry! Didn’t see you there!” Kat blushed.

His wide mouth split into a devilish grin. “I’ve had worse, madam.”

He embodied grace and guile, as he offered his arm. “Let us perambulate the valley of the damned.”

“Yes, let’s!” Kat stepped brightly.

“I am Abaddon…may I show you the river of blood?”