rogue_star:

Everyone's memories came back to them, once they had a few reminders. Avengers Mansion made a good rallying point. Some were harder to find than others, but Anya managed most of them, the Tallus did the rest once Sarah asked it.

Time to get back to business.

Sarah waits in the main meeting room, letting everyone get assembled before she delivers the bad, bad news.

uneasy_rider:

There's some inborn sense telling her where to go, and she rides like she's never ridden before. Fully possessed, truly angry, and driven for revenge. Nick is back there keeping up with her, but as she cracks her 21st demon head and crashes through another set of gates leading down to Mephesto's deepest dungeons.

Most of what she picked up in church and reading the Bible was right. There was a lake of fire and souls suffering up demon rules, but this level is something else all together. This is where the Devil puts thought into tormenting the people that really pissed him off. These structures are meant not to torment so much as break and humiliate. One woman screams as she is gang raped over and over again. A proud man is surrounded by faces laughing at him, belittling everything he ever stood for. Another is kept with demon-pigs and forced to eat from a trough. Over and over, people - good people - are made to suffer. Both demon and rider snarl and press forward until they reach a strange quiet place in the middle of this insane place. A house - one of those big, fancy rich places looms in the distance like something from a late night movie. that's when she finally pulls over.

"Ah don't know how ah know," she says to Nick. "But Johnny's in there."

Gates crash closed behind them.

uneasy_rider:

Her first thought when she turns face up is that she got rolled somehow. Someth'n ain't stick'n, like where she was last night. Last thing she can recall, the Devil and some big fiery Ghost-thing were talk'n some lawyer stuff over her an' Johnny for what they'd done to save Daddy and that's when the world exploded. She'd like to write that off as a hangover dream, but that big fiery demon thing has a name and its talk'n to her say'n it don't know where they are either. the only thing it knows is the bike's here and this ain't home. Home is gone and now the apir of 'em are stuck in the French Quarter.

"Damn, Roxanne," she murmurs to herself as she flips up the kickstand. "Must'a been some weird highway."