I walked into the kitchen as soon as they'd quieted down. Me? Part angel? Could it be possible? I sat down across from the two of them, stretching my legs out in front of me. I didn't say anything for a long few minutes, but I knew that they both could hear what I was thinking.
"So you heard what we were talking about," Arashi said to break the silence.
"Yeah. Every single word."
"I never meant that you were..." Giana said.
"I know. But how do you think I could be an angel? I'm the farthest thing from being in God's good graces, you know?"
"No, you're not. Yeah, you dream of Hell. You opened up a portal to Hell. But that doesn't mean you're bad or evil. You did it for the right reasons. You did it for love. And if that isn't Godlike then I don't know what is. God does all things because of love," Giana stated.
I sat there for a few minutes, not really thinking, not speaking. In a way, Giana was right. I was doing this for the right reasons. But if the only thing I was good at was opening portals...What good would that do for me if I had to go up against Lucifer to get Izzy back?
Seventh dimension. I sighed as I got across the bridge and into the dimension. This dimension, according to Dante, was the one you went to when you were violent against others or yourself. This dimension was split into three parts: violence against others, against oneself, and against God. It was exactly as Dante described it. Perhaps he had been a prophet or had been part angel or part demon. No one would ever really know. But I knew that Dante's description of Hell was identical to what I was seeing right in front of me as we entered that first ring. A huge river of blood stretched out in front of us, and we were forced to find a bridge or to take a boat across it. I could hear the screams of the souls drowning in the blood, and I pitied them.
Giana and Arashi remained silent as did I as we crossed this dimension. Neither of us spoke even in the forest of the second ring nor on the barren plain of sand of the third ring. We were all relieved to see the gate of the eighth dimension at the end of that desert. We were anxious to get to the eighth dimension and rest. We had to get our strength up if we were to cross into the ninth dimension tomorrow. I still didn't know how I was supposed to get all four of us out of that door that never opened, but I was going to think of something quickly. Even on the fly if I had to. But we were all getting out of there.
