Chapter 115

"A hungry mongrel-yapping, thrusting out, intent on nothing but the meal to come-is silent only when its teeth sink in."

-Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy

I stared at her, clenching my fists, knowing that she was absolutely right. Lucifer couldn't just walk into the palace and take control of his demons there. He had others that acted on his behalf.

Different rules were applied to hell than on earth. I had a feeling the dark lord wasn't allowed to break them. Messengers, Watchers, demons and even mongrels were all created for a reason.

After being in that small cell, alone and defeated, I was forced to analyse lots of different things.