Jesus, of course, knew nothing about my sometimes and objectively unwilling relationship with Satan, but it looked like it could be exploited to advantage here.
Surely he’d know where Lucille was, right?
I quickly slipped into hell by one of its innumerable side gates by virtue of a demon carrying a bunch of extremely naughty souls, all tied together by t…
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