DivineHell challenge continues. Congratulations for making it this far down :)
The Tour Guide waved his hand in greeting. “Ah, hello Edwin, did you find your level?”
“I'm not—” Edwin sighed wearily. “What’s happened to the punishments of the damned?”
“The Boss decided the damned needed a little break.” The smile on Rowan’s round face was innocent.
“What?” Edwin’s jaw dropped. Slowly an expression of realisation crept across his face. “You don’t work here, do you?”
“Of course I work for the devil.” Behind his back Rowan crossed his fingers. “You calling me a fraud?”
Edwin crossed his arms across his chest. “Well, what’s the devil’s favourite song?”
Rowan’s face went utterly blank. “March of Mephisto?”
“Yes, you’re right…” Edwin said. No, he thought. What the hell was going on? Lucifer loved “Fire” by Arthur Brown. He always started the day by shouting “I am the god of hellfire!”, everyone knew that. He would get to the bottom of this, one way or another.
