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𝔸 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 Sabrina's platinum blonde hair as she touches the intricate painting. She advances through the golden-frame, and her group of friends trail closely behind.
Sabrina feels as if she is coughing up an entire ocean, her eyes are wide, and she grips onto the tepid sand firmly with her small fingers. She releases her solid grasp a few moments after realizing her present surroundings.
The haunting moans echo in the distance, and the large mounds of broken rubble encircle the shores.
She pushes herself off of her stomach, and onto her knees, dusting the sand off of her pleated skirt. She then begins to panic. Her eyes shoot around in distress when she cannot locate her fellow companions.
Sabrina sighs out loudly in relief, a hand against her beating chest, and a smile appears on her lips as she sees them all start to appear behind her. She slithers towards the group, still coughing up heaps of water as she continues moving forward.
Sabrina begins studying her friends, an alarming look overflowing from her orbs. "Is everyone alright?" The group takes a few moments to recuperate, their lungs still oozing with unholy liquids.
The resonating whispering, rustling, and murmuring of the waves connecting with the sand perpetuate in the distance.
"Wait," Harvey gasps, still trying to steady his breathing, "so Hell is a beach?"
Sabrina sees the sign, and whispers, "The Shores Of Sorrow,"
Theo stands up, his feet wobbling beneath him, and his hands grip onto the riffle so hard that his knuckles become pale. A feeling of nausea rinses over his core. "Guys look," His other hand points behind the group, his voice laced with fear, "what are those?"
A loud hoarse voice beams towards them, "They're the souls of the damned. They drown as the tides come in, over and over for all eternity."
Sabrina introduces herself, stalking closer to Caliban. Her platinum curls bouncing with each step. "Hi," Her head turns slightly to the side, and a welcoming smile grows on her lips. "we're looking for Lilith, uh, Madam Satan? Queen of Hell? She's in Pandemonium, if you happen to know the way,"
Sabrina is checking him out and isn't subtle about it either. She finds very him attractive, like most women do, considering he isn't wearing a proper shirt and his muscles are practically oozing out on display for all to admire.
Caliban lifts his one arm up, and directs them east, towards the red stone pathway. The pile of rubble appears like a fountain, with a current of blood flowing through the middle of the rocks, and into the seams of the path.
"All blood flows to Pandemonium. " His blonde locks fluttering in the breeze. "Follow the blood-red road, and there you'll find the throne of Hell."
