Seeing the smug look on everyone's faces only frightened and infuriated Alexander more. These creatures near the woman looked like the stuff of nightmares. This place wasn't anything he could even imagine on his own. And the way this bitch talked to her...

Answered his own question? His mind reeling, Alexander retraced his words. What the fuck was she--

Oh.

All color drained from his face.

"I really have died and gone to Hell," he whispered, anger leaving him. He began to tremble as he glanced around. The strangeness of the place made much more sense knowing that he was in Hell, but... "I thought there would be more...fire," he said weakly as he felt his stomach begin to churn. It was all he could do to keep from vomiting on his lap, realizing with dismay that he could still vomit in Hell, and know real despair. Well, of course. "A-and I thought the ruler of this place was a man. Lucifer, not Lilith." Why couldn't he shut up? It wasn't like him to talk on and on like this, normally the quiet one in the room. However, he had no other defense or way to cope at this point than through words, considering that he was strapped to the chair and at the mercy of these hellish creatures. "Though Lilith was a demon, if I recall..." He struggled to grasp the details of what he could remember about the character Lilith, unable to even process her mention of this millennium-light-bearer-whatever. He'd be less dense if not for the fact that he was still trying to cope with the reality that he was in Hell.