"I believed it would take longer than it did to find the spell you need, my lord, but Toriaxius was an indispensable source of help. If not for him, the search possibly would have taken weeks. It truly makes a difference when one can weave their own magic and when one can only theorise." Bishop cleared his throat in slight embarrassment from his own bragging and tapped on the opened page of the magic tome. "This, this is what you need, my lord."
"Except, I will have to cast the spell and aim it. The former is easy, but the latter… You don't need anywhere in particular in Hell, right, Master?" Pest asked.
I thought about that for a moment. Fire and ice were both good for me now, and as far as wrong coordinates went, the only thing left that could kill me in Hell immediately after teleportation was lack of air. "Just don't teleport me into a mountain."
"I will try my best..."