Hellbound Warrior: (Dark Warrior Alliance Book Five) Read Online Free

don’t remember there being so many doors,” Kellen observed, putting his weapon in a side pocket of his pack. “Which one should we try?”
    Blinking to adjust his vision, Rhys had forgotten the darkness of the Underworld. There was no moon or sun to illuminate their way. He wasn’t entirely certain what cast the odd, muted glow that permeated Hell.
    Focusing on the barely visible castle in the distance, Rhys contemplated their options. “It won’t be the door of chastity. We are the antithesis of chaste. But, we are diligent in our pursuit of pleasure,” Rhys waggled his eyebrows comically.
    Dante rolled his eyes and said, “Remember, they represent the seven virtues, not the seven deadly sins, so I don’t think that will count, Rhys. But, we are diligent in our vow to the Goddess.”
    “So, what you’re saying is we’re screwed. We might as well set up shop here,” Rhys countered as he contemplated their choices.
    “Don’t give up now, we’ve got a long way to go,” Dante encouraged, heading forward.
    “Don’t worry, I’m right behind you,” Rhys responded, following the male. Rhys sheathed his weapon on his belt as they quickly and quietly crossed the field.
    It was eerie to see the castle in the distance with the Andras patrolling the ramparts. There was no escaping the censors of Limbo once they caught your scent. It was their job to bring every soul who deserved judgment before Aamon.
    Rhys eyes the Andras with its head of a demented bird and body that was close to a human’s, with arms and legs. Like most creatures in Hell, the Andras’ skin didn’t hold the tan or peach of those on earth, but was black and leathery instead. They also had wings that enabled them to chase down souls trying to escape.
    “Before we try the door,” Dante said, pausing by the castle, “we need to use the spray the Rowan’s gave us. Otherwise, this will be a very short trip for us. Didn’t they say it would mask our scent and enable us to get past the Andras?”
    Rhys slipped his pack off his back and retrieved the bottle from inside, holding it up. “Yes, and thank the Goddess those witches came into power. They’ve been great allies. Two sprays, one in front of your face and one behind your head,” Rhys explained, holding the bottle.
    “Let’s get this shit done. There’s no way out but forward,” Dante said, closing his eyes and holding his arms out to his sides.
    Rhys sprayed him and Kellen then Dante took the potion, dousing Rhys, as well. Once sprayed from head to toe, Rhys crossed his fingers as Dante reached out for the nob in the middle of the large wooden door.
    Dante glanced over his shoulder and twisted. Rhys was shocked when they were granted ingress into the castle. Entering from the side, they silently maneuvered their way down a surprisingly ornate hall. Fancy tables were strategically placed every few feet. Rhys cocked his head at the porcelain statues of various higher-level demons and candelabras that adorned the tops. He didn’t recall seeing the detailed decorations when he’d been fleeing a hundred years earlier, but that had been the last thing on his mind.
    It could be a trick of his memory, but he expected to see cobwebs and dust and mold everywhere rather than the pristine castle they traversed. The sight of the female souls walking around with dusters and other cleaning equipment explained why the place was so immaculate. Question was whether they had been there before or if this was a new addition.
    “Aamon runs a tight ship, and manages to keep out the dregs. It’s actually pretty fucking impressive,” Rhys observed.
    “This is the first level and the place where other souls are judged. It shouldn’t be too hard to keep the place looking nice when there’s nothing that attracts lesser demons. The other circles have more temptations to offer. I imagine none of the lesser demons want to be that close to Cerberus, either,” Dante suggested as they passed two buxom