Part 1

Syndra was quite confused at where she ended up. A line? Looking around, she saw demons already approaching her and was mildly concerned, but showed no outward display of emotion.

"Well if it isn't Snow Thief." One of them said with a laugh.

"Took her long enough to die." Another said.

"Wonder what Xolarand will say to you." The third one said to her.

"Word of advice, Snow Thief." The first one said to Syndra. "Don't try to cut in line, unless you like getting beaten up."

"I'd like to see you try." Syndra said, balling up her fists.

"Try me." He replied. "Your fancy magic doesn't work once you're dead, no matter how hard you try."

Syndra opted to spit in his face, much to his amusement. The three demons eventually let her be after some teasing and egging her on, and left her to simmer in the line-up, which moved just fast enough to make it not worth sitting down.

How much time had passed eluded Syndra by the time she got close to the gigantic spiked building. It was definitely years, decades, even longer? The demons kept coming by to talk to her, wanting to know how she broke into Hell, and it passed the time so she spoke with them. They refused to tell her anything about what happened once she stepped inside the building though, calling it the grand surprise.

"Go on then Snow Thief, he's waiting." The door guard said, gesturing at the grand entrance.

Syndra inhaled and stepped inside, only to find herself in a rather plain room that had a large desk at the end. Peering at her from behind a pair of reading glasses and a rather large stack of folders was the Demon King of Hell, Xolarand.

"Well, if it isn't Syndra Valmaris." Xolarand said with a warm smile. "Come, face your final judgement."