A cathedral rolled up the tracks through Hell. It was actually a monstrous train, which fit quite nicely with the monstrousness of its surroundings. It was the Virgil Express, the only high-speed train in Hell, the only luxury train in Hell, and the only train that stopped at all nine circles. Its main role was to transport those demons that could afford it throughout the Inferno, as well as to be the luxury transport of Hell's plutocrats and Princes. And when angels descended to Hell for diplomatic reasons, it served as their transport of choice as well.
But it served another, more noble role, in recent years. Once every hundred years, it would take a small cargo of tormented souls and demons who wanted - and had been selected for - a way out of Hell.
This was one such year. And it was looking to be a very special year.
As per usual, the first stop was in the Second Circle. Nobody lived in the First anymore, besides Lilith. The wind of the Second Circle howled violently around the train's many gothicesque features, even inside the enormous train station that dominated the Second Circle's famous Anton LaVey Terminus. Succubi and incubi milled about, along with every other demon species conceivable from every other circle of Hell, here either for business, vacation, or the excellent shopping - The Second Circle's shopping district was unrivaled in all of Hell, and exceeded only by the shopping districts of Heaven's Primum Mobile.
The Virgil Express stopped on platform 30 which was almost completely surrounded and blocked off by heavily armed and armored guards, as well as crowd control barriers. There was only one entrance to it now, and that was reserved for a certain succubus who had been given the opportunity to escape Hell.
Of course first she'd have to board the train, and time was starting to run out. The train left at 9, and if she didn't get on, she'd be disqualified.
Fourth Circle, Mining District
9:30 AM
Workin' in the coal mine
Goin' on down, down
Workin' in a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down
It was almost cute how often they played that song by Lee Dorsey in Mammon's gold mines.
Almost. It got grating after the first few months, infuriating after the first few years, and a decade in it was just another part of the tortures. Or at least, so thought Anna Sniegowski as she leaned her handheld drill into the seemingly infinite rock of Hell's gold mine. Of course Mammon wouldn't let them use drills mounted on vehicles - that would be faster, safer, and less work for them. Sure, drills were less work than pickaxes, but drills were also noisy. And it's not like the bastard cared about actually mining gold: Gold was so common in both Heaven and Hell that it had no more value than asphalt did on Earth. Hence its use as pavement in many parts of Heaven and Hell.
Five o'clock in the mornin'
I'm already up and gone
Lord, I'm so tired
How long can this go on?
Mammon must have a fetish or something for music from the eighties, Anna thought. Her next thought was interrupted by her drill jamming. Again. Third time that day. Even if she hated having to dig for gold, she was starting to hate the damn drill breaking just as much. An older inhabitant from the 16th Century said that that meant that she was getting used to how things were, and she'd probably be moved to a worse station soon, perhaps in the next few months.
Well fuck that, she thought. I'll just take advantage of the drill breaking. Means I don't have to lean into this godforsaken thi- A tap on her shoulder quickly derailed her train of thought. She was about to smash the drill into the being responsible when-
"P-Persephone!"
"Yeah, yeah, calm your fuckin' jets. I'm not here to whip you like last time, I'm here to tell you somethin'."
Anna paused. There was probably some ulterior motive for this. There usually was with the wife of Mammon. "What's your angle?"
"No angle. Well, no angle of mine. You've been Selected."
"Selected? You serious?" Anna had been in Hell for only over 30 years, but she already knew what that meant - she had been offered a chance to get out! And obviously she was going to take it.
"Yes, I am serious," Persephone said, handing her a silver ticket, indicating all the details of the Grand Test. "Now get down to the station, the train arrives in ten minutes and leaves in thirty."
Anna didn't need to be told twice. In her rush, she let her drill drop to the ground with an angry clatter. She was lucky it didn't land on Persephone's foot.
Fourth Circle
James Fisk Station
9:55
James Fisk Station was the fourth-largest (and busiest) train station in Hell, after the primary stations of the Sixth, Second, and Ninth Circles, in that order. And as per usual, it was incredibly crowded today, full of demons in crisp business suits and other formal wear walking about, pressed tightly together by the sheer number of themselves.
Persephone had given Anna a credit card and an ID card and told her to buy a suit. No reason why was given, she was just told to get a suit, and when Persephone tells you to do something, you do it. So Anna bought herself a suit. So now, here she was, on Platform 28, climbing onto the Virgil Express for only the second time in her existence. About to ride it for what she certainly hoped would be the last time. Did she genuinely expect this would change herself? No. She just wanted out.
"And bigod I'm gonna take this opportunity to get out," she said, climbing onto the first train car whose sole occupant was a succubus.