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"Time does not pass in Hell as it does here."
Gabriel glanced over his shoulder at Darkyn, who was eyeing the sky with suspicion. The suns had gone down and popped back up in less than two hours only to remain in the same place in the sky for over ten hours. The night - if it could be called such - lasted less than forty-five minutes. A full day had passed while a second day seemed stuck.
"You get used to it." Gabriel almost smiled at the demon lord's discomfort and faced forward again, focused on the trail at his feet. The Underworld wasn't resisting his plunge into the forests, but it wasn't exactly helping much, either. As he expected, branches and bushes shifted to create a path for him to walk.
But they moved so slowly, he'd thought twice about abandoning the path and using his sword to hack through the trees.
"These are not real trees," Darkyn added, smashing the hilt of his dagger into a snake-like branch that got too close.
"The trees are a defense mechanism. Normally, they tear demons a part, limb from limb," Gabriel said. "Show a little respect, Darkyn. They're being relatively civil with you."
The demon lord growled from deep in his chest. He was a generally tolerable companion, one who remained quiet, for the most part, and helped push stubborn bushes or branches out of the path when needed.