>>6288659>>6288665"You know what? Fuck it, deal! You work for us now. And that means no funny business mr clownman. You try anything I'll get Morrigoth to jam her pitchfork right up your ass!"
He nods, bowing slightly.
"As you wish master. Your wish, is my command."
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You trek through the dark bowels of hell with Damien and Morrigoth for a while. Its... As miserable and depressing as you imagine, much like the inside of someones stomach, its as though the walls are alive, ligaments, or muscle fibers seem to be what the walls are made up of. Veins. As though you walked through the stomach of a once great beast. You approach the broken remnants of a train station. And pass by fallen pillars and rocks, to see one intact shortened train car.
With his magic, he opens the door and you enter in with Morrigoth, with Damien behind.
"Make yourselves at home. This train can go many ways. But we're headed for Eerybss yes? Please, get comfortable. I must drive at the helm, as it requires long lost Malebolge magic to operate."
You sit next to Morrigoth.
"Well, this is nice, right Morrigoth?"
"It is. I'll just be glad to get the hell out of here. Won't you?"
You nod.
"Every hour down here feels like days."
//
The train starts to move, it blazes through surprisingly quick along many stretches of dark tendrilled passages, some of which tingle with great unknowable horrors that you're not entirely sure you'd like to squint harder to make out for fear that you would never sleep again.