As we walk the sickness lingers in the air, but not as much as I felt before. I see the high gate of sorts. I see people, no... I see souls walking through the gate at the arms of creatures that had long broad feathers. Crow-like demons guarded the gates. I can see them inspecting and whipping souls. I let out a breath. Their fingers were colored black with long claws. They were wearing black and greenish clothing, but little at best.

They had beaks shaped from 1346. I've only heard westerns talk about the vilest disease that killed one third of the population. It always confused me. How can one small disease cause something so unearthly and so deadly? I've always thought the sword can only cause dire suffering. Too think all it took was a trip to hell to broaden my understanding. 

"*Gasp* Iruku ulock a Battosai!" One caws.

The others turn as they grip lanterns that shake. They all were looking at me.

"Ia karack?" Another one caws.

"Ellock ia." Another caws.

"What are they saying Tshuyu?" I ask.

"An ancient language of Hell and the most common. They are just marveled that you at last have arrived at their gate." Tshuyu answers.

"It is quite an honor manslayer Battosai." One lowers his head.

"We have been waiting for years." Another caws.

"You look as handsome as the blood tells from raining down here." A feminine one caws.

"Thank you. I am grateful." I say.

One grabs me.

"Oro?" I ask.

She looks at me and raises my head.

"So polite and so... vicious." She caws.

I feel her tongue glaze my cheek. I wince and grimace.

"I'm flattered but-" I start.

"Enough. Allack ushupur." Tshuyu slams his staff down.