I wince in sympathy, support her as she stumbles. Barbs catch in her flesh, and she tears away, yowling in pain. Another demon rises from the lava, and Jaya tries to dodge the trident. Every hand-off creates a fresh round of software kludges and mismatched upgrades. Outsiders get tired of petty vengeance and sell the server to someone else with a scan rig and an enemy’s brain. The first generation of damned, oh, we suffered. I step through its target-acquisition range and it flails at empty air. From the river alongside us, a crimson-skinned demon emerges. I lead her on the new-arrival walk towards the Searing Throne, empty atop its hill of skulls. She’d been explaining her work as a journalist (something something investigative), but she falls silent as blood drips straight down through the base of her hand, as if her wrist didn’t exist. Jaya flicks a sharp-toothed imp off the back of her hand like it’s an oversized mosquito. The third best thing about hell is explaining to the new kids why it’s so glitchy.
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