This Ordeal had started off pretty well.
Or... not really.
That was the thought crossing Lucia's mind as she found herself lying in her own blood, her body reduced to just a head, neck, and a bit of clavicle. Through her blood-drenched consciousness, she only remembered the image of a dismembered Hade in a similar state and Ulfar covering their retreat with arrow after arrow...
Oh... There was also the memory of a certain corrupted angel-priestess flying off with a few wings missing. Clearly not enough to maintain a graceful flight... Caphriel, was it?
Whatever...
So... how did they end up here?
The shithole they were thrown into upon arrival should have tipped her off. It was pretty much the vision Lucia had of hell on earth. Correction: underground.
Sure, it wasn't a fiery hell swarming with malicious demons as religions sold it, but it was close. Minus the flames.
