37: Girls in the Northern Border
Silverstein looked away from his pocket watch to the devil.
"I remember telling you to come here, to Hell, when the long hand was still directed at nine. I don't want to place blame on you, because as you said, your life was not worth living. There's nothing I can do for you, Ivan. I can only extend your time limit for a certain period; we can't take the oath again. It's impossible. The risk... you might even die." Vorgath's voice resonated with a seriousness that echoed through the infernal chamber, a vast expanse of twisted shadows and flickering flames that danced with the whispers of lost souls.
Vladimir glanced at Vorgath, wondering if he was telling the truth or merely toying with the young man's hopes. But the grimness etched on the devil's face suggested that this was no jest.