He nodded to Kane, who stood beside him, knife at the ready. Christian had his own blade, and as soon as the demons turned the corner, he and Kane killed them. That made eight they had killed since coming to Hell. He would gladly gut thousands more if it meant he could find Ivy. The screams were the worst to hear. The pain and suffering echoed through the halls. It was music to the demons, but all Christian wanted was for it to stop. They had been walking the halls for thirty minutes. With every step, the pull became stronger as he got closer to Ivy. Yet, the farther they went, the more demons they encountered. Neither he nor Kane mentioned it, but both knew the chances of either of them leaving Hell were slim. They hurried to the next turn. Kane reached it first and peeked around the corner. He leaned back and inhaled deeply before looking Christian’s way. Their gazes locked. Then Kane said, “Don’t worry. The others will be fine.” Christian glanced at the blade in his hand. “Their distraction isn’t working as I had hoped it would.
