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Chapter One
Hell, 1815
Idared was proficient in the use of all the correct torture implements for a demoness of her rank, but with the whip she was an artist of unparalleled caliber. Her weapon of choice was a long, black leather bullwhip, lovingly oiled and finished with a cracker made of her own jet-black hair. With this, she could kiss the earlobe of a damned soul standing twenty paces behind her back without turning around. She could also land a blow that would rend flesh from chin to chestnuts on a body in front of her. The mere sight of her lithe arm with its dusky olive-green skin drawn back in preparation for a strike had been known to make hardened centuries-dead criminals weep with despair.
Now, whip coiled and docile in her hand, she stood before her latest assignment. Until today all her work had been practiced upon groups, most often the spirits of former pirates and roving thieves who, quite naturally, came through in numbers. The vicious human wars of the past few years had swelled the ranks of the damned even more, so there were advancement opportunities for ambitious demons at every level. Hard work and dedication had paid off—Idared’s rank had recently been raised from Great Marshal to Knight, a rare and coveted promotion that separated the undistinguished lesser demons from those with greater glories in their future. Henceforward, she was expected to devote her days to the punishment of one notably wayward soul.
“You are Benjamin Davis?” she asked the damned man standing before her.


