My First Date in Hell
By Feral Sephrian
The irony wasn’t lost on me. I had spent nearly two decades afraid my thoughts and unholy desires would end me up in Hell. This wasn’t really Hell, it was just a nightclub. However, the Second Circle had gone all-in with its theme. I’d never read Dante’s Inferno before, and I had only skimmed a few summaries after learning this was where I was going on a blind date, but even I knew the reference of the sign over the door.
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
Seemed like an odd choice, especially since I’d heard Second Circle had a reputation as a safe haven for the queer community. “They’re blatantly flaunting their sinful intentions,” the people at my church said when they heard it had opened. “They’re attracting all those who have already turne
