Deep Inside
The moment he finished it, the room twisted, walls bent inward, the floor rippled like a tide and with a sudden rush of sound and heat, they were somewhere else.
A chamber of obsidian stone, glowing with runes. A throne carved from black bone.
She stumbled back. “What the hell is this?”
“My domain,” Guriel said, stepping beside her. “We’re not in your world anymore.”
Jolene’s breath caught. She looked around, her heart pounding, not from fear, but wonder. The Infernal Court wasn’t fire and brimstone. It was sharp beauty. Dark magic that hummed through the stone and into her bones.