text: BOOM!
  
  "This isn't going to work," she groaned.
  
  "It will, Cynthia. I believe in you," Bill said, his voice full of certain passion. "You can save us."
  
  His words buoyed her spirit, and Cynthia nodded.
  
  BOOM!
  
  Cynthia pushed her blonde hair out of her face, whipped by the searing wind, drew in a deep breath, and concentrated. The depression that the gray-winged Angel had been cornered in was surrounded by the blood-red rocks in almost a sheer cliff face that was broken by small pockets and crevasses. She reached into the power inside her — Bill's love — and wove the light, forming a new cliff face around a pocket, trying to make it as large as she could and matching it with the existing terrain. The bigger she made the illusion, the more light it required and the more power it drank. If she made it too big, she wouldn't have the power to sustain it for long.
  
  BOOM!
  
  "That's as big as I can make it," she hissed. "We're going to have to crowd in."
  
  BOOM!
  
  Bill grabbed her and pulled her through her illusion. It fuzzed with light where he passed through it. He crouched down and she pressed against him, pulling her feet in and trying to make herself as small as possible. Her heart beat — Bill was so warm. He looked down at her, love and concern in his eyes, and she wanted to forgive him for having those other women. It didn't seem to matter right now as their deaths stalked closer.
  
  He loved her and she loved him. That was all that should matter.
  
  The Angel crowded in, fear pained on her innocent face, and she pressed her naked body against Bill, her small breasts and hard nipples pressing into his side. Anger surged in Cynthia. She didn't trust the creature. The Angel seemed so helpless and vulnerable, a young waif that needed someone to save her. And yet this was Hell, so how had she survived this long? And why was she even here?
  
  "Thank you," she sobbed, her head resting on Bill's shoulder, folding her wings in. The injury on her right wing seemed real, but Cynthia wouldn't put it past a Demon to injure itself. "Such a great idea."
  
  "Yeah, I guess."
  
  BOOM!
  
  "Shh," Cynthia hissed.
  
  BOOM!
  
  The footsteps sounded so close, entering the depression. They could see nothing inside save each other. The back of her illusion was red, a mirror image of her illusion on the outside. The only light came from Bill's sword, bathing them in silver. It didn't seem to affect the Angel. Doubts grew in Cynthia's mind. Maybe she not evil. Daevia hated that light.
  
  Adriel's arms tightened about Bill, pressing her lithe form even tighter against Cynthia's fiance.
  
  No. She's definitely dangerous.
  
  BOOM!
  
  "Where is she!" snarled a vicious voice, harsh and grating like stone rasping over metal.
  
  "She e-escaped us, Great Lord," a cringing voice answered. "W-we had her cornered and —"
  
  "She escaped!" roared Dagon. Bones crunched and something hit the ground with a wet thud. "How?"
  
  "T-there w-were some mortals, Great Lord. A-and an-an Angel."
  
  "Mortals." Cynthia shuddered at the way the Demon said that word, her skin crawling. His tone promised such pain and torment. "And an Angel dares trespass in my territory?"
  
  "Y-yes, Great Lord."
  
  "Find them! And next time your verminous ilk intrudes upon me, you better have their corpses ready to heap at my feet."
  
  "W-we will, Great Lord."
  
  How are we getting out of this? Even if he leaves, he's going to keep hunting us? How are we getting out of Hell?