"Haaa… fucking hive minds…" Atlas muttered, his voice sharp, edged with exhaustion and disdain. His boots scraped against the scorched ground of the third layer, ash crunching beneath his soles.
Of course, one of the demon kings had to be a hive mind. A network, a collective, a thousand voices wrapped into one faceless entity. Male? Female? It — that was all he could call it. The title it chose for itself shifted like smoke, sliding from tone to tone, slipping past all certainty.
Atlas hated it. Not because of the strangeness — Hell was full of strangeness — but because this fucking hive mind knew something. Something it dangled just close enough to taste but never close enough to bite.
He flexed his hand, staring at the faint scars across his knuckles, each one a memory of someone trying to kill him — and failing. "Genderless bitch knows something…" he muttered under his breath, grinding his teeth.
