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against it, and ordered him thrown into the cell.
    In Hell, the rocky walls, the flames, everything within this realm was alive. The demons were strong. And without his angelic powers, Amon had no chance to defeat them any longer. Maybe on Earth things would be more balanced. He no longer had his wings, but he still had his strength. Well, I will have my strength once again.
    “Fr-freedom will taste sweet after all these years. W-won’t it?” Belze spoke from beside him, startling Amon from his thoughts.
    Amon nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Freedom would be great, but the cost would be even greater. Once the demons moved to the Earth realm, they would want bloodshed. Amon didn’t know the specifics of their release, but there must be a stipulation if the angels were involved. Although he knew the demons wouldn’t share that information with him.
    Belze grabbed a flame from the ground and held it in his hand. “B-brace yourself. This may st-sting.”
    Amon clamped his jaw shut, but not before saying, “I’m sure it won’t. I can’t feel anything.”
    Belze brought the flame closer to Amon’s buried arms. “Melt.” The flame flickered, and then glowed brighter. Belze turned to him.
    “Have to m-make it hotter to m-melt these walls. You see what the regular flames do. A bit of charring, but n-nothing else.” Belze shoved the flame into the wall, and it ignited, spreading over his arms. “Once the w-wall crumbles, you should be able to get out. Good luck. I’m outta here.”
    Belze skipped out of the archway, peered up and down the hall, then disappeared from view. He’s so strange.
    The flame scorched the hair on Amon’s arms, but didn’t harm his skin. Pieces of rock fell, skittering across the floor of his cell, until a large chunk broke off, releasing both arms, but crashing into the back of his head. He slid to the ground, landing with a thud. I can’t wiggle my fingers.
    Amon tried to stand, but his feet were numb. It felt as if he had no muscle left in his legs and his arms seemed as if they weren’t even at his side. He slumped back against the lumpy floor. He hadn’t the energy to move yet, so he waited, hoping the numbness would wear off soon.
    Flames caressed his skin as if in welcome. How long would it be? Hours? Minutes? Days? It doesn’t matter. I’ve all the time in the world.
    The ground below him shook violently, the rock cracking, creating deep fissures. I guess it was minutes, after all.
    Amon stood slowly, his legs wobbling like a babe learning to walk. He placed his palms against the wall, which trembled, tickling his fingers. He forced a step forward, his hand slapping the wall to keep upright. Only this time it shook with such force his whole arm mimicked the movement. Pieces of rock broke off, clattering against the ground. The charred stone beneath him split open. Pebbles skittered across the jagged floor, falling into the yawning cracks. A loud boom sounded in the distance.
    With no thought, his feet scrambled ahead of him, but his body wasn’t ready for the movement so he tumbled forward. He jammed his hands against the stone floor, just in time to escape smashing his face into the ground. Pain radiated from the base of his palms to his elbows. Amon sucked in a breath.
    A smoky smell lingered in the hallway, and as he climbed to his feet, his jaw dropped open. Fire, once so bountiful in Hell, was being sucked into the cracks. Right before his eyes the glow disappeared. He breathed deeply through his nose, and instantly coughed. I have to get out of here. I must find Caim.
    Amon focused on every step he took. It was impossible to see anything through the smoky haze that lifted through the narrow hallway, and he barely jumped back in time to miss a horde of demons filing from the intersecting passage to his right. Their glowing red eyes provided a little light, though, so he followed behind them as quickly as he could, figuring they knew where to go better than him.
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