CHAPTER FIFTY - Turns out, The Devil's Too Poor For Lamps

CHAPTER FIFTY - Turns out, The Devil's Too Poor For Lamps

As soon as I stepped in, unlike what I had thought, all my assumptions were shattered. Hell was not hot, in fact, it was colder than Otem'bedie had been. All the palaces were dark and towering, and the air was stale. Here, it was quiet. Unnervingly quiet. All around the castles, graves were littering the hills. 

…

Geez. Get some streetlamps or something. I sighed. Even worse, there wasn't anyone ot ask for directions. How typical. The only thing to do was wander around until I found another person - living or dead - which also meant I'd have to walk around for the rest of the week. Better get this over with. 

"Hello? Hellooooooo! Anyone home, or did yall pack up and leave for somewhere with sunlight?" I yelled, and suddenly a hand tapped me on the shoulder. I turned backward and nailed whoever it was in the face with one sharp elbow bone. 

The person fell backwards, and then I realzied who it was. "Hey, dude. Where do I find this Koda guy?" I asked, to the person who was wearing a dark black robe. 

Dark ebony hair and dark, dark orange eyes. Somehow, though, they looked familiar.

"Why do you want Koda?" The person asked cautiously, rubbing their forehead. I also rubbed my elbow. collateral damage, I guess. "Oh, I need to… uh… wait, you know what, I can't say." I said, remembering rule number one. "Then you should consider yourself lucky." the dude sighed, stood up, and dusted off their robes. 

"You're talking to Koda."