Good Intentions 3: Personal Demons - Plot & Excerpts
For once, the ground held greater anarchy than the endlessly storm-wracked skies. Unrelenting battle consumed most of the landscape, intensifying at its center while often dragging back those who tried to escape for a moment’s respite. Opportunists lurked at the edges, looking to cut down the weary or wounded who fled the battle. The observers on the hill not far away knew the whole fight was pointless. Any and every demon struck down in such a battle would rise again. Death offered no release from Hell’s torments, neither for those born of the Pit nor the mortal souls condemned for their deeds. Only the most extreme and unusual measures could destroy a denizen of Hell forever. The circumstances leading to this mess had been unique. “Abaddon dragged himself free of the scrum yesterday,” said Azazel. “My scouts tell me he has already made it back to his fortress.” He stood tall among the assemblage, rising more than twice the height of any mortal man.
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