He hadn't thought of money when death was near. Perhaps that was because Heaven was too expensive, and Hell was free.

The Pure. It was all a fairy tale, something to give people hope. Real hope. Without it, they mightn't have held out for so long. They might've stopped fighting altogether. Yeah, just a fairy tale. There were no such things as angels, but the demons were very real.

If she was a queen, then maybe she was the queen of Hell. It wasn't that much of a stretch. The world of Altadas had Hell's décor by now.

Jacob and Whistler bumped into Taberah as she charged down the corridor, her hair a fiery halo, as if the hordes of Hell were behind her.

If the demons had made this world their Hell, then let them have it. All you could do was try to not get burned.

From this vantage point, Jacob noticed the distinctive emblem of the Resistance on a patch sewn onto the right shoulder of Rommond’s uniform. It showed a white equilateral triangle with two lines horizontally through it, all upon a royal blue field. What it meant was the subject of some discussion, but some thought it represented an uprising that pierced the ceiling of Hell and the floor of Heaven, as if to say they would resist not only the Devil, but God too.

The thought had crossed my mind, that in order to save this world from Hell, I might have to become the Devil.