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Devil giggled like a schoolgirl, a really sick, sadistic schoolgirl. “Rule number three.” Shadows fell across his features as he lowered his voice several octaves. “Guests who displease the host will be cast into the lake of fire.”
    That knot in my throat turned into a lump the size of Texas. Aedan stiffened beside me, and all I could think of was we had to get the fuck out of here.
    “And the final rule,” the Devil said with a flippant air. “No checking out without the host’s permission.”
    Aedan pulled back his shoulders, narrowing his eyes to slits. “And what if we refuse check-in?”
    Satan flashed an amused smile. “If you refuse to check in, or if you attempt to escape, then kindly refer to rule three. Hitler, show them the view outside.”
    The monkey got up off the floor and hobbled to a heavy drape covering one of the walls. When he pulled it back, I was surprised to see blue skies, puffy white clouds, and white bunnies hopping through a field of flowers. 
    “That’s Hell?” I asked.
    Well, in that case, throw me into the lake right now.
    “Oh, mercy, no,” Satan snickered. “Turn off the screensaver.”
    Monkey Hitler flipped a switch on the wall, and the bunnies disappeared. I opened my mouth to scream, but shock, or maybe fear, stole the breath from my lungs. Tall flames licked the windows while the damned pounded on the glass, screaming for help. Their charred skin was covered in bloody, boiling blisters. Their hollow, sagging faces appeared to have melted off their skulls. Their bodies were so malformed and burned, I couldn’t tell if they were male or female. One thing I knew for certain, sub-level thirteen made itchy, sweaty sub-level four seem like paradise. I didn’t know what sins those poor souls had committed back on Earth, but surely they’d paid their dues ten times over. 
    I turned away, unable to stare at the souls a moment longer. My heart pounded so loudly, it felt like a bass drum was banging in my ears.
    Aedan squeezed me tighter to him, his body as stiff as granite. “Why have you brought us here?” he bellowed.
    My fiancé’s tone made me nervous. All I could think about was rule number three and Aedan’s flesh melting off his bones. 
    The Devil rolled up his scroll, slipping it inside his coat pocket. His full lips thinned. “I’ve already told you why.”
    “To throw us a party?” Aedan growled. “What kind of fools do you take us for?”
    Tension wound tightly around my neck, bunching up my shoulders and cutting off my air as if I was caught in a hangman’s noose.
    The Devil eyed Aedan as if he were no more significant than the mold growing beneath his hooves. “You were fool enough to think you could hold your wedding ceremony in Hell. Talk about a bad omen.” He threw up his hands and let out a huff of air. “Who does that anyway?” He paused, scowling. “Now look what you’ve done. You’ve put me in a bad mood. I’m going to have to think up a diversion.” He tapped his pointed chin, lost in thought. Then a slow, wicked smile spread across his face, and he eyed me with a sneer. “What shall I choose, pleasure or pain?”
    “I-I don’t know,” I stammered, leaning against Aedan for support. My legs had suddenly gone as weak as two wet noodles.
    “Very well,” the Devil answered with a disinterested slur. “Pain it is.”
    His hooves made a screeching sound as he spun a half circle and snapped his fingers.
    Much to my surprise, the darkened corridor lit up, revealing a ballroom with dozens of guests wearing festive turn-of-the-century costumes and masquerade masks. Many of them turned to us with wicked smiles, licking their lips as they waved us over.
    Before I knew what was happening, the monkey was snapping at our heels, and Aedan and I lurched forward. Aedan held tightly to my hand as the monkey drove us across the slick tile floor inlaid with crisscrossed pentagrams. The guests parted like the Red Sea when we walked among them.