... If there were gates to hell on Earth, they would be the mouth of Mount Etna in Italy. A fiery lake of boiling hot lava, clouds of ash and an unbearable smell of sulfur.

But there is no entrance to hell. And an angel and a demon hid in the crater, who did not want to be seen by their superiors.

The angel, from time to time, shook off the settling dust from the snow-white wings. Both of them were carefully looking at the space between them. There were cards there: a ten, a queen and a jack of clubs, a seven of spades and an ace of hearts.

"Hmm... Your card are on fire," - Raziel's slightly mocking but gentle voice broke through the tense silence. "This is a terrible place..." - the angel continued after a moment, once again shaking the sulfur from the white feathers on his wings.