They sat on the fur, even though it was hot and studded with metal rings. Archer figured it had to be better than the hard stone, even if they had to sit close together. He trusted Kev a bit more than he initially did. It helped that the demon was willing to try to get Archer’s soul back, and it helped that he was enthusiastically submissive. Archer wasn’t used to being this aggressive—his love life wasn’t exactly something to boast about—but he found he was enjoying it.
“Tell me everything I need to know,” he said.
Kev gave him a brief description of the Hellrealm, the cracked ground, poisonous floating clouds, rivers of boiling water. Archer let him babble on about it, not liking the idea of actually having to end up someplace like this for all eternity. He didn’t exactly regret what h
