God is Dead!

"Doing any better today?" Asked Azrael after slipping in through the door to the bedroom that Kokabiel had been resting since the angel of Death found her crawling her way out of Hell. He'd been busy as usual, but he'd sent the dead, displaced priest to keep Kabe company. They both had similar points of view, and he figured they'd both feel comfortable around each other, despite the fact that Kabe wasn't used to talking with humans, and Nicholas wasn't what one would call 'typical' for humans. His whole world was third world. Yikes.

"Because if you're not, I can come back later."

Kokabiel clung to the stairwell leading from the 6th to the 5th circle, jaw set. She'd taken to crawling, in order to keep herself hidden from the demons crawling nearby. In the Malebolge, she'd fallen into the pit of panderers and seducers, and only barely escaped with her life and her virtue. Her formerly-pristine dress was tattered and blood-spattered. Patches of skin were missing on her legs and feet. Lava had burned up past her knees. Her hair was a mess and her face was bruised, one eye swollen shut. She'd long since managed to close off her mind to anything but the voices of Solas and Penemuel, and escape. Five circles. I can at least get to Limbo. She kept climbing.