Chapter 92

"Don't dwell upon the form their sufferings take.

Think of what follows, and that, come the worst

it can't go on beyond the Judgment Day."

-Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy

I was drunk, well, maybe not as much as when I was on liquid magic, but this was a close call. Scorching energy pumped in my blood, like a volcano that was just about to explode. Demons were staring at me when I crossed the room. They were all asking themselves how I dared to stand by them and act like I belonged here. I vanished shortly after that behind the same door that Berith had. I waited outside for several moments, but no one followed me.

My head was screwed and I had lost hope that my daughter could be reunited with me. Despite all, now I had a chance to face Berith and beg him for help. I started following the stairs, all the way to the ground floor.