I trudge on through the warming environment. I know hell is supposed to be hot, but I'm not even close to the first ring. I keep my eyes trained on the glowing neon sign, a casino, on the border between hell and purgatory. A place for the souls of the damned, devils, and on the rare occasion angels to take a break and relax. Although angels usually only show up for the music.

I finially reach the front doors, the interior is the classical casino set up. Same green carpeted roulette tables, a few slot machines, a bar. Nothing I haven't seen a thousand times before.

I sit down at the bar, leaning against the dark wood.

"Martinez."