A day out.

Amitiel was on her knees, forgetting the seatbelt as she felt the hot winds on her face. She was in the seat, both hands on the hot-pink convertible's door as she gazed at Hell's terrain. Hell was nigh-infinite within its boundaries and it came in many forms. Scorching deserts and volcanic calderas, tar-filled marshes and boiling oceans, casino cities and glimmering glaciers. It was all beautiful in a visceral sort of way.

Abbadon was in the driver's seat, sporting a pair of sunglasses as she briefly took her eyes off of the road to admire her girlfriend's ass. She was in the denim short-shorts she loaned her and it looked better on the angel in her personal opinion.

A part of Abbadon wanted to take the carriage -- sleek, black and gold and pulled by a pair of three-headed hellhounds -- but those were meant for formal gatherings. Balls and such, and the whole point of this day trip was to go out and show Amitiel a good time, and she had a few choice