Hours float together into days as Ashilynn is brought by horseback to the depths of hell where Lucifer is waiting anxiously for his Son's new bride. A forced wedding He hopes will change the tides.
The saddle chaifes Ash's inner thigh by the time nightfall hits yet the group does not stop; the only reprieve given is the stops for water and the bathroom.
Ashilynn's stomach growls but she ignores it like she's trained to do. No way she would eat food given by the enemy. Even if that enemy was her former best friend.
Time passes slowly as they make the trek to hell. No one says a word. The only sound coming from horse hooves and footfalls.
The Number of soldiers surrounding the group is crazy, Ashilynn thinks, 2k plus all for what? To keep me in check. They've already got me shackled to the high demon Beelzebub. I'm stuck till the rescue team comes.