Snippet #2449907

Kimadantes wasn't really sure what to make of this. One Nephilim was bad enough, but now she had two more to deal with? Then again, they had really helped, and those who fought on the side of the Angels generally didn't kill their own comrades. Besides, if what the girl said was true, these two could prove to be valuable assets.

"Fine. Just follow me." she said, turning to face the Rift. "Once all of us are through I can close it from the other side. But be careful- I doubt that the rest of my fellows will take too kindly to an intrusion like this." With another backwards glance, she folded her wings and shot through the Rift, reveling in the Hellfire as it wrapped welcomingly around her. The smell of smoke and sulpher made her smile- she was home. Jacob was already there, waiting, perched on a large stone outcropping. He seemed to be slightly mesmerized by the sight in front of him. "It's pretty amazing, huh?" Kimadantes said as she landed next to him. Before them lay an immense lake of fire, boiling and writhing in a million shades of orange, red, and black. Across the lake, a large fortress lay nestled amongst the rocks, its spires reaching for the blood-red sky above. That was her father's compound, and even from here she could see guards patrolling along the walls. She wasn't worried about them- they would let her pass no matter who she was with. But her father, well, that was another story all together. He was expecting her to return with information, and instead she had brought back three Nephilim. The two newcomers came tumbling down to join them, and Kimadantes raised her hand, clenching her fist. The Rift hissed and closed rapidly, tendrils of flame stitching together like thread.
"Welcome to Hell." she said simply, a it amused by the shocked expressions on all of their faces. "Best not to keep my father waiting."