1160 You're Coming To Hell

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[Day 449]

Two days since we went into the skies of the divine realm to have some fun, I've decided to prepare for the Gates of Hell expedition which I've delaying out of purely being a lazy motherfucker.

Now, let's get to it.

"Agh! Let me go! Why are you grabbing me like this?!"

A not-so-old-looking man was being dragged by me from his hoodie.

This youthful pale man with long silver hair and crimson-red eyes was the necromancer our beloved old villain-turned-ally trope, who of course has been sticking with me this whole time for a thing I promised to him long ago which I had not forgotten about, of course!

…Totally not forgotten about, ahah…

"Redgaria, you're coming with us to the Gates of Hell," I said.

"No! I don't wanna! Don't bring me to Hell! I don't want to go to Hell!" cried Redgaria.