Two Hands

Not believing in Hell doesn't lower the temperature down there one degree.

Diablo now stood on the stage, in front of Dreamer and Archie.

Both the Old man and Dreamer stood 15 meters away from Diablo.

The blood still oozed from Dreamer's right side. 'Come on. How much more time?'

Dreamer wanted to achieve a critical condition but the time passed like a snail.

STEP.

Diablo normally walked towards Dreamer and Archie.

Archie walked back, taking Dreamer back as well.

"Go to Hell!" Archie barked. The moment he saw the color of Diablo, he wasn't his usual self. Not that Dreamer knew what Archie looked like in his usual self.

"Go to Hell? Human…" Diablo spoke. His steps never stopped. "Where do you think I came from?"

Diablo's attitude changed. The previous Diablo who got all worked up due to anger issues was nowhere now.

"I will not fac…"

"I have no business with you."

BANG!