Although Casillas now used most of his power to suppress the darkness that was constantly devouring him, that did not mean he was an ordinary person.
It happened almost the instant Casillas lay down on the bed.
In an instant.
Casillas smelled the aura from Hell. He was being eroded by endless darkness, so perhaps he could mistake other auras, but this aura from Hell belonged to the same darkness. He absolutely could not mistake it.
Good grief.
Even a little demon dared to come over and humiliate me now?
Casillas thought some blind Hell demon had come looking for trouble. He was just about to explode and teach the little demon what it meant to be a gourmet when—
Boom!
The air and time seemed to freeze at that moment as the passage to Hell unfolded.
WTF?
Casillas paused slightly. A thought flashed through his mind: Hell was coming to capture him.
But...
How was that possible?
Even if I've left Kamar-Taj's protection, I still have the Dark Dimension's protection. In other words, I'm someone Dormammu of the Dark Dimension wants. How could Hell pull something like this?
That was what Casillas thought as he pushed open the door of the shabby little house and looked up at the sky.
Sure enough.
Hell Gate had opened for him.
Perhaps that was for the best.
Casillas did not know what he was thinking. He shook his head, then relaxed his body and allowed the opened Hell Gate to pull him away.
Whoosh!
His soul left his body and rapidly ascended.
As he rose, Casillas saw the peninsula below, its nightscape sealed off from the rest of the world. Higher up, he saw the airplane frozen in time. Then he saw the magnificent Hell Gate, with a huge hound lying beside