I managed to get to Florence without any major problems after that, even with a sword in the back seat of a Challenger. Go figure.
I went down Mall Road in Florence and wandered over to my friend, who I saw standing in the parking lot of a Harley Davidson dealer, sword strapped to my hip.
Now here's the thing that makes it so crazy; it was really fucking cold. Ironic, right? I'd say fuck the weather but it's definitely under 18. No joke, she's insane.
"What the fuck took you so long?" she asked.
"Sorry, a demon held me up along the way." I said, moving my leather jacket to show the senbon wound.
"What demon did that?" she asked, suddenly concerned.
"Some wannabe ninja. He really sucked at it. He should've been better at being nothing." I said, letting my jacket move back over it.
She rolled her eyes, asking, "Ready?"
"Hell Yea, let's start my genocide." I said, half excited to go.
"And if she tries to follow you-"
"Don't you dare let her." I said, cutting her off. Bad idea, but she got the idea.
"Right." she said before chanting some words I barely understood as "portal, open the gate to Hell" or some shit like that, and almost instantly a weird reddish-orange portal appeared, freaking all sorts of grizzly bikers around us.
"Goodbye. I'll be back in a few years." I said, nodding like a badass before walking through the portal.
I was officially in Hell.
