"She is. Well, not Pentagram City here, but in Hell. I know that much."
He loved his mother but it was...complicated...to say the least.
He cleared his throat. "So your family is all down here? I assume that some sort of sin was the family business? Theft? Murder?"
It was a reasonable assumption in his opinion: This was Hell, after all. One didn't get to Hell by baking cookies for the church picnic. (Alastor would know that from personal experience.)
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He loved his mother but it was...complicated...to say the least.
He cleared his throat. "So your family is all down here? I assume that some sort of sin was the family business? Theft? Murder?"
It was a reasonable assumption in his opinion: This was Hell, after all. One didn't get to Hell by baking cookies for the church picnic. (Alastor would know that from personal experience.)