Chapter 13
He didn’t look the same, either.
In Hell, his face was rugged and hard, but in this life his skin was slightly tanned and blended perfectly with his sandy-blond hair. But his blue eyes held secrets. Bad secrets. Deep secrets. Now his lashes were thick and sooty, and when they were closed, they were like a curtain being dropped over his black, cruel soul. He even remembered the many killings he’d committed, and after each one, he’d bellowed out his lusty, bloodcurdling yell, his voice piercing the hot skies of Hades.
“AIIIIEEEEE!”
Oh, God, it was true! He was X-Tilla! Satan’s Assassin! Like Adamas, he was also a fucking killer! When Allocen had heard about Adamas’s escape, he’d sent him into Hell’s savage wilderness to find him and kill him!
He remembered how he felt.
There was fire in his veins.