Chapter 337

• "Ha. You really overestimate how organized Hell is, David. Maybe up in the Navameere Fields or the Red Pits, Morgana and Khazeer might have the demons under control. Everywhere else, not so much. Zel's doing her best to get Death's Grip running smooth, and she's made some progress. But..."
• Daoka clicked a few times and gave David a pat on the knee.
• "Exactly," Jes said. "Humans, even humans ready to eat each other, have this nasty habit of getting into groups and cooperating, especially when they have something to group up around. A person, or an idea. Cain's both."