Hell's Hierarchy
As the warm rays of the morning sun shone down on Lucian's figure, he could not help but close his eyes in contentment. The warmth of the sun was just perfect.
*Woosh*
Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it the fragrant scent of earth and rustling his hair and chef's uniform.
Lucian breathed in the air. 'This is the life.' That was the last thought that Lucian had before he fell asleep.
Meanwhile, in a place that stood in complete contrast to Arcadia —Hell — Isabella was expressionlessly gazing into the distance of the Sea of Sins.
She had remained standing still like a statue for many hours, waiting for the Ferrymen to arrive.
Behind her, the nuisances were in a similar state as herself; however, if one looked closely they would realize their eyes were unfocused, unlike Isabella's, whose eyes were expressionless.
'It should be anytime now.'