Chapter 285: Souls of Sin
In the depths of the darkest side of Hell, where souls were condemned to burn in eternal agony, three pairs of shoes walked along a passageway, which was illuminated by the fiery glow emanating from the braziers nestled within the pillars lining the walls.
"You okay?" Raylen asked Emily, who walked alongside him. He noticed her staring at the cells holding the tortured souls, and though it wasn’t a sight he wanted her to witness, she had insisted on accompanying him and Dante, who led the way in front of them.
Emily gave him a nod and mustered a nervous smile as the relentless echoes of agonising screams were becoming too much for her to endure. However, it took the prisoners only a single glance at Dante and Raylen before they swiftly hushed their cries, leaving only faint whimpers in their wake.
"You placed him in a secluded place," Dante stated as they continued to walk.
"I thought it would be rude to keep him away from my dear mother, especially after all these years," Raylen responded, running his tongue over his canine as he spoke. "I am sure he will appreciate it."
When they finally came to where Logan’s soul was imprisoned, Emily stepped to the side before her eyes fell on Logan, who sat huddled in a corner of the cell with his arms hugging his knees. His once-blond hair was now smeared with blood, and so was his face, with one of his eyes missing. There was a time when she had been the one sitting in such a manner in his presence, and now it was his turn.
"Looks like you have settled well in this cell, Brother," Raylen remarked with a smug smile. "It seems you haven’t been attended to yet, but fret not, for I brought someone with me to ensure you receive all the attention you deserve."
Logan’s face displayed a fearful expression, and when his eye shifted to look at the individual standing beside Raylen and Emily, it widened.
"You may already be acquainted with Dante Blackthorn from when he tried to chase you down," Raylen reminded him in a placid tone.
Dante took a step forward, coming to stand directly in front of the cell, and he said, "I would have called it naive of you to hunt a princess, but deliberately going after her, knowing she was my sister and someone who has now become someone of great importance in Hell, you must have lost many screws to not understand what you were up against."
Logan pursed his lips, appearing as if he wanted to say something but forbidding himself from voicing it. He knew there was no way out of here, and he cowered against the wall.