“Sometimes,” Lucian said, as they went inside. “It’s a nice change of pace, getting someone out of here and getting something out of it. There’s good in everyone, but there’s also different forms of good.” He looked around, letting Danny stay behind him. The entrance hall was massive, two gracefully arcing staircases in front of them, a huge fountain before them whose water was mysteriously dark red. When they entered, a devil with red eyes and twisted horns protruding from his head approached, leading a ferocious, demonic-looking dog whose fur seemed more like thin spines on a heavy chain.

“Lucian. Here with the captive.” His voice was extremely deep, gurgling. “And… Who else?” He looked past Lucian to Danny. “Who’s the boy?”

“Another captive. Mine.” Lucian grabbed Danny’s wrist and jerked him to his side again. “Caught this one by the lake. Took a liking to him.”

The devil nodded his square head. “Come then.” He said, pulling the dog with him. “Elevator, now. Azazel’s been waiting for you.”