Welcome to hell, little Saint-Mother Gaia in slaughter-Welcome to paradise, soldier

"No it doesn't." Sharpe said, "All these souls were born before the time of Christ, and so they had no way of knowing of God. And for that they are left in limbo for eternity."


"That fuckin' blows." Kelly said sighing and looking around. Suddenly Kelly took a step and a splash was heard. Kelly looked down as the black water dripped off her shoe, "EW!" She looked up, "What the hell is this?!"

"The Acheron River." Sharpe said, "This is not going to be easy. Stay with me and keep your mouth shut." Sharpe began to splash the water before standing up as an old, shirivled man in a black cloak came close and pulled up, "We wish to go across the river."

"A penny." The man croaked.

Sharpe pulled out three coins from his pocket and handed them to the boatman, "Get in." he said to the others.

As the three got into the boat, the Man began to start throwing a fit, "She's alive! I will not take her! She is living, get out! Get out you do not belong here!"

Sharpe's eyes faded to the deep blue when he revealed what he really was. His fangs grew into place and his hand landed on the man's collar, "Row! Or I throw you to them." Sharpe pointed to the souls on the other side, none of whom were fans of the boat man.

"Fine! But she doesn't belong here! This will not end well." THe man pushed off with his oar and the boat slipped through the water to the other side. There was no going back now.

The boat slopped through the River. Sharpe smiled despite the stench drifting up from the lower circles of Hell. Listening to Christine snap back at the boatman, made him smile warmly at her. She was starting to get her old spunk back.

The boat came to a stop on the opposite shore and Kelly shivered as the winds picked up, "Where's that coming from?"

"It's the winds that blow the convicts of the 2nd level of Hell around for eternity." Sharpe responded.

"What?" Kelly looked up seeing all the souls wrapped with their lovers. They'd entered the circle of the lustful. They all moaned, but they were far from moans one might hear from an intimate couple. Quite the oppostie, they were moans of pain and agony.

"Come on, we need to get going." Sharpe said walking against the brutal wind.