Claire heard footsteps behind her and quickly turned around. There, she saw what appeared to be a gorgeous winged woman standing before her. The gorgeous woman was tall with a sleek, toned body, tanned skin that seemed to emit a faint glow, long black hair, and black feathery wings similar to a crow's. The only article of clothing she wore was a crude white loincloth, leaving her modest breasts free.
"Oh my god! an angel! Are you here to save me?" Claire shouted.
The angel giggled. She wasn't here to save Claire. Quite the opposite, really, but she decided to lie to Claire, get her to trust her before the fun began.
"Oh, yes! Yes I am! I am your spirit guide sent to help you through this inferno back to Clear Water. Tell me, mortal, what is your name?" The fallen angel asked.
"Claire! Claire argent! And what should I call you?" Claire asked.
The angel nodded.
"Crow. Call me Crow." The fallen angel said.
Claire smiled. It felt good to feel like she could trust someone in Hell. But not really. No, Crow wanted to get Claire killed or raped or worse.
Claire stared glassy eyed at the landscape around her.
"It's so fiery and evil, just like in the cartoons." Claire said.
"I know, right? Crazy how you humans got it perfect like that." Crow said.
She was used to this kind of scenery, though. She had lived here in hell for around a thousand years.
Just then, one of the many volcanoes near Hell Mountain began to rumble. Large clouds of noxious ash and fire began to billow forth. Claire gasped.
"Follow me. I know of a safe place we can go for now." Crow said.
The fallen angel grabbed Claire by the hand and took her to a secluded cave.
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