The First Circle Of Hell
As the boat neared the old, decrepit pier, all the souls that were in the queue perked up.
Earlier they were feeling brave as they made fun with William, but in the face of the ferryman, who would send them to their final destination, anxiety, and fear, started to sink into their very core.
The moment the boat docked into the pier, the being that was almost three-meters tall, and wearing a black robe that covered its entire body, including its face, raised the lantern in its hand.
"I will only be ferrying a hundred souls at a time," the Ferryman said. "In half an hour, another Ferryman will come to fetch the next batch, so all of you, make sure to line up properly."
William wanted to cut in the line, but before he could even execute this plan, the Demons that were beside him all started to make a ruckus, catching the attention of the Ferryman who was watching over the souls that were boarding his boat.
"You bastard! Why are you cutting in line?!"