"The bathhouse of Astarte."

The bathhouse of Astarte sits in one of Pandamonium’s fanciest neighbourhoods. It’s a collection of gigantic domes, some five hundred feet high, others contorted into geographically impossible shapes. Multicoloured steam puffs from dozens of turrets and is carried away on the breeze.

You approach it cautiously. Astarte isn’t a weak little second-rate thing like Amy, easy prey for any Prince of Hell who wants to mess with her. She’s a Princess of Hell in her own right, a powerful and imposing goddess. Last time you fought her witches tied you up and… well, there’s no reason to dwell on it.

Normally you’d give her place of power a wide berth. But Meg has you feeling cocky. It’s been a few centuries since you tangled with Astarte, and she probably thinks she has you too scared to make a move. Maybe her defenses against your particular brand of chaos have slipped.

The most important thing is to make yourself invisible.

Now, normal invisibility won’t suffice here. You can sneak into mortal women’s bathrooms all you like just by making yourself transparent to visible light. But Astarte has a dozen extra senses to catch you with. She can smell your aura, hear your brainwaves, sniff out your guilt, detect the way you interfere with cosmic radiation. You’ll have to be extra careful.

You take a deep breath, and begin to chant spells, weaving a web of occlusion around you that will hopefully make you imperceptible to anything but the direct gaze of God.