Inside the inner rooms of the Rakshasas, there were no chairs, only large soft pillows to sit on. The air was cold and refreshing, the walls were clear and decorated with silver, and precious stones and gems made the floor sparkle with alluring light.
Matilda found herself confused.
The difference between the harrowing outside and the beautiful and serene interiors of the Rakshasas city was like night and day. If she woke up here, she'll never suspect that this place is hell.
Even Sara found herself getting a bit worried. She had never had the chance to enter the Rakshasas' city before. They aren't exactly on friendly terms with the devils and would usually kill each other at sight. That enmity was the reason the rumors about Asmodeus and Maharaja started, so the two could insult each other, but somewhere in the middle, neither one of the two lords seemed to care or deny the horrifying rumor.
