Chapter 502 – Hell Palace
Lux exhaled slowly.
Sulfur didn't cling to the air like the old stories claimed. There wasn't a river of lava. No screaming souls being spit-roasted by pitchfork demons. And definitely no towering gate made of writhing flesh and bones.
No, the Hell Palace wasn't anything like mortals thought it was.
In fact… it was kind of clean.
He stood in front of it, straightening his suit jacket. The obsidian-tinted glass walls gleamed in the soft crimson twilight that hung over this quadrant of the Infernal Plane. The courtyard was polished black marble, veined with red-gold that pulsed faintly underfoot like blood flowing through the arteries of a titan. Pillars lined the entry path—simple, modern, geometric. No gothic spires. No chains. No grotesque statuary vomiting fire.
It looked like a high-end Fortune 500 HQ merged with an exclusive royal estate. Maybe throw in a boutique resort and some very hush-hush security clearance on top.
