Down, down, down we fall, my arms tightly wrapped around the Devil, fear rocketing through my veins, his wings spread in flight as we descend at an ever increasing speed through the centre of the world. Some say the downside is deep below the Upper Realm, other say that it is merely on another plane of being, a different dimension beneath ours in which demons, Folk, and creatures of the night can travel from to torment our world- the world in which I am no longer apart of.
But I am not sure what to believe the further I fall, my head tightly pressed against the Devil's chest as he clutches me in his arms, his tail wrapped around my calf, as though attempting to keep me securely in place. On any other occasion, I might have yelled at him, possibly slapped him, and ordered him to keep his tail to himself, but as it stands, right now I could not be more grateful.
