Hell's Bells: Lucifer's Tale (Welcome to Hell Book 6)

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Authors: Eve Langlais
cut-outs made to resemble an Old West town.
    For some reason, he felt his senses dull. The constant tickling on his skin and the static pull on his hair vanished. It was only when Ysabel moaned, “We’re in a magic-free zone,” that he grasped why.
    “Incoming,” Adexios announced.
    Arrows whistled at them from rooftops, and slingshots fired rocks at their party too.
    Gaia squeaked and hid behind him. How wrong was it that he wanted to squeal and hide behind her too?
    I might just die of shame. The horned duckie mind sank in despair.
    Most of the missiles clattered harmlessly against the metal boxcars, but a hail of rocks managed to pepper Xaphan and Katie.
    “You did not just do that.” With a bellow of rage, Hell’s psycho leapt from her car and charged at the wooden façades. With a shrug and an, “I better stick close,” Xaphan followed, unleashing his mighty sword.
    Between the pair of them, they managed to deflect most missiles while making their way closer to those firing. Meanwhile, the track looped on itself, a switch having set them in a closed circuit. Around and around they went, every pass keeping them in the target zone.
    “Shouldn’t someone aid them?” he ventured.
    “Don’t insult them like that,” Gaia snapped. “Katie could handle these idiots by herself. Xaphan is just going along to make sure she doesn’t get carried away and decide to clear the whole mountainside of traps. After all, Dante wouldn’t be too happy if we broke his roller coaster. It took him centuries to perfect it.”
    Indeed, Katie could clear the area by herself. With her blonde pigtails bobbing, she weaved in and out of the wooden façades, popping up briefly to send a cloaked imp falling to his screaming death.
    As for Xaphan, he twirled his broadsword, protecting the train whipping in its roundabout from missiles.
    When the last arrow fell to the ground, a loud click sounded, and the track switched lanes, sending the train hurtling onward…leaving two of their number behind.
    “Shouldn’t we go back for them?” Lucifer yelled as the wind tried to rip the words from his mouth.
    “They’ll be fine. Besides, we’ve been gone long enough they’re probably in full-on celebration mode.”
    “And?”
    “And, given you’re such a prude these days, you might not want to see it.”
    “Oh.” Oh.
    We should totally go back. Nothing like being a demon on the wall and watching to get a little something-something happening.
    Again, he wanted to deny the implication he enjoyed a bit of voyeurism, but he couldn’t help recalling the times—the many, many times—when he’d floated a few stories high and peeked in some windows. Although, of late, he preferred to spy on his lovely fiancée as she pleasured herself—then, with a wink, invited him into her boudoir and pleasured him.
    “You’re blushing again,” Gaia noted.
    “No, I’m not.” The lie came too quickly to his lips. He clamped them tightly, lest his tongue betray him again.
    Wind whistled past his ears, cooling the tips as they whipped onward. Faster and faster. The train barreled into the unknown, and yet he would have said that wasn’t why trepidation filled him. The end of the journey neared. A part of him knew this, and for some reason, it nagged at Lucifer.
    I know why. But I’m not telling.
    Which worried him most of all.
    #mightneedanexorcism

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    @GaiaLuc4ever: Getting close to the journey’s end and have yet to kill irritatingly polite devil. #couldchangemymind #rideisnotdone
    T he journey seemed to take forever, and given the time looping in Dante’s Inferno, that was a distinct possibility. The ride sat in a pocket outside reality, abiding by its own quantum rules about space and time. For all intents and purposes, not even a second passed in Hell or the mortal plane while they rode the wild train.
    Yet, all things eventually came to an end, an immutable fact that seemed prevalent no matter what dimension they resided in.
    With fewer

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