Part 1

Rebecca found herself at the Gates of Hell. In retrospect, she was glad she got to die of old age and Heather was not forced to kill her. She wondered where the rusalki went when they died, but that didn't seem to matter now. The Empire was in good hands, she raised her children well. A little too well, if you asked some people, but they were quite dead.

She took note of the long line of the dead in front of her, and surmised she would have to wait quite some time. She wondered if Victoria was somewhere in line ahead of her, as she recalled Verka saying Victoria faded away one day in front of her, saying good bye, and none of the rusalki ever saw her again.

The line kept moving, but it was hundreds of thousands of souls long, so the minutes stretched into months, and then years, giving her lots of time to reflect on her life. Perhaps this was the intended purpose of the line? She did not regret a single action she made in her life, and would do them all again if she had to. The only change, she supposed, would be not turning Victoria into a vampire. She became far too dangerous a beast with that curse, and she was quite annoyed she had to kill a good friend. Did she regret killing her? Of course not, she was a beast consumed by lust, a succubus on the mortal plane.

Years turned to decades, and still she reflected. She realized early on she took a lot of joy in killing people, and wished she could have kept on killing. Oh or maybe torturing? She tried talking to the man in front of her a few years ago, but he spoke a language she didn't know, so they both gave up on it. She looked back one time at the person behind her, and they called her an evil murderer, to which she defended herself by punching them in the face. They hadn't talked in over a decade. Probably for the best.

By her count it was nearly a century, but the end was at last in sight. After another agonizing week, she finally entered the room everyone was going single file, one at a time, into, and found herself face to face with the Demon King of Hell himself, King Xolarand.