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Dante whirled, stunned for a split second. Matteo hurled a spare pistol my way and I caught it mid-air. Fury exploded through me as I rolled to cover and fired back at Dante rapidly. The shots thundered, bullets ripping into Dante’s chest and arm, he staggered backward toward the edge. He clutched his wounds, shock freezing his face. “Ci vediamo all'inferno, bastardo,” I growled as I fired the final shot that propelled him over the cliff. See you in hell, bastard.

He clenched his fist and stepped a little closer towards the boulder, his booted feet making a depression on the black sand. The Encyclopedia of Demons or popularly known as the Dictionnaire Infernal is the book Marcus had found in the Vatican Archives that talked about the demon with blue and violet flames. It may not have given a fitting picture of what the hellish entity looked like, but it was able to provide enough information for him to use.

"A friend should always underestimate your virtues, and an enemy overestimates your faults"- Mario Puzo Chapter 88 DANTE POV I was going to the seventh hell. Not the first one or the second one, but the innermost, hottest level of hell because I deserved it... All my life, I have been committing millions of sins, but none greater than this one. And on Sunday nonetheless.

The stench is enough to make a grown man’s stomach turn but, miraculously, the automatic doors shut and cut it all off. I’m painfully confirming that Hell is indeed patterned after Greek mythology, and Dante. It’s divided into nine concentric circles, nine underground layers, the next more vicious than the one above it and continuing down to the burning core of the planet itself, where judgment is meted out on the devil himself, Lucifer. Every sinner receives punishment equal to the chief sin they have committed, in an ever grislier dose of poetic justice.

It was like a spark had been lit within her, and she couldn't help but let it burn. The heat intensified, becoming almost unbearable, a weightless feeling that left her floating somewhere between reality and a dream. As her hands wandered, her senses heightened. Every inch of skin felt like it was on fire, every breath drawn in was suffused with a heady scent that she couldn't quite place. It was as if all her senses were working overtime, but she didn't want it to stop. She wanted to savor it, to soak it all in.

So I decided to try again. "Luca, what's with the dragon and flames on your back?" I asked, and he laughed. He rinsed his mouth and spat out the water and then stood straight to flex his muscles so I could get the full view. Instead of looking at the tattoo, my eyes were fixed on his tight, sexy, manly butt. My mind was in the gutters. "The dragon breathes fire. It can never burn him. Hell is fire, and I am the dragon that rules it," he said, and I understood.

Still with my arms folded behind my back, I stepped to the edge of the ravine between the rocky mountains connected by a similar black stone bridge. This picture is as told by the famous piece of poetry, Dante's Inferno. Man makes an interesting classic poem about his fantasy about hell which is almost the same as the actual situation, but the difference is that the solid stone bridge is now divided in two. The bridge did not collapse and the crushed stone debris was now scattered in the air like we were in outer space. But the problem here now is Geryon. Yeah, Geryon, the mythological creature of Inferno, to be more precise, he's a level eight hell-dwelling monster. And now, the Monster

Somehow, he finally manages to stand up, straightens his back and looks witha sinister and foreboding mannerat his father. "Don't just stand there. Hurry up," Lucifer orders. He walks up to a large stone coffin filled with emeralds. A pattern of twisted dragons and demons adorn the edges and the lid is engraved with the words Descensus diabolus ad infernos. The devil descended to the kingdom of death. Underneath it says: Si quando conversa fuerit ad mortem. We're going to avenge your death. Lucifer makes a sweeping gesture with his hand and the lid slides off with a low dull thud. He walks up to Seven, grabs him by the neck and drags him with him. He shoves his face into the coffin.

I felt it open like a widening circle in still water, touching witches, rogues, vampires, humans, pulling us all into the same shared awareness. This is not coincidence, Inferno’s presence resonated. This is convergence. Alejandro inhaled slowly. I felt him steady himself, not against the power, but with it. “These records,” he said aloud, voice calm, grounded, unmistakably Alpha, “were written by humans who survived divine proximity.” Valerius moved closer, eyes scanning the symbols without touching. “That script predates modern blood courts,” he murmured. “It predates most civilizations.” Cassian’s lips curved faintly. “I remember something like this,” he said. “A sect. They catalogued thi