Space stirred at the will of my brother as we emerged within a large valley swarmed with a myriad of colors from green to violet, red to white, cyan to orange; I saw an unimaginable sea of flowers gathered like a painting that cascaded to where the sun and moon met.
I smiled, almost unable to picture Hellmaster here. Was he not the living avatar of Hell itself? A place of unimaginable torment. Was he not the embodiment of torment or perhaps judgment?
"They should be up ahead," Mephisto told me as we walked a few miles towards a cabin, seemingly secluded from the realm.
"I can sense him," I told him, sensing my blessing on the young child that carried not only blood but a sliver of my soul… her's as well. "Lord Hellmaster isn't taking it easy." I chuckled, " Makes me think back to when we just fell. Was it not Hellmaster who kicked our asses in our broken state?"