Ch. 126: Enter Death's Gaper
Miss Sin slithered ahead of us, her serpentine form winding effortlessly through the narrow aisles of her twisted collection of cabinets. Strange artifacts floated in jars, ancient and unnatural, casting eerie shadows that danced on the walls. The air was thick with a sense of mystery, but one detail gnawed at me— Miss Sin had yet to state her price for aiding us. We were deep into her domain, and yet, no cost had been demanded.
At last, she stopped before a massive mirror framed in silver, its surface swirling with black mist, as if the mirror held within it all the nightmares of the underworld.
"This," she said, her voice a hiss on the edge of amusement, "is my Hell's Gateway. Know this: I will only open it for you this once. There will be no second time." Her eyes gleamed with a predatory sharpness. "You can pay me when you return. That's acceptable, I assume?"