Questions

The satyr creature - the Father - stepped forward. Various cracks formed on the stone where he stepped.

"Who. Are. You," said the Father. His voice was deep and gravely, like nails shaking in a bag.

Caitlin swallowed her fear, remembering that the protective magic of the mandala she made before she left was still in effect.

"My name is Caitlin Forscutt, witch of the Coven of Yon," she spoke with confidence. She held up the puzzle box. "I have come to Hell to harvest its knowledge and drink of its power."

The three of them gave each other looks. The Father started laughing and the Son simply cocked his eyebrow.

"You seem to have overshot your destination, little girl," said the Father. "

"Besides," said the Son, "no one is allowed in Hell. We can't risk letting him out. Return to wherever you came from or suffer greatly."

The Unholy Spirit contorted its body, Caitlin swearing she heard cracking noises as it did, as it bent down and got a better look at the puzzle box in her hands.

"Where did you get this?" The Spirit asked telepathically. Caitlin pulled the box back to herself.

"Doesn't matter where I got it. I guess I really did overshot myself," said Caitlin, now talking to herself. "I didn't just wind up in another dimension did I? I've heard of entire multiverses just beyond the reach of our own. This is a problem."