4. The Gates of Hell
Genera, Inc.Clara Sweetley stood in the cavernous hall at the heart of the refinery, her pulse beating with a delicious fear. The great day was finally here. Her moment of triumph.
This close, she could make out the words upon the rock-face above the waterfall: The Gates of Hell. They'd been carved there three hundred years ago, before the refinery had been built to enclose the waterfall, before Genera existed. Local folklore had given this outcrop of rock a dark reputation. There were plenty of old tales of the nightmare creatures that emerged through the curtain of water. Of screams in the night and stolen children. All true, of course, all true. It might not be hell the gateway led to, but Angere was close enough. And Clara was going there. She smiled to herself a
