I know this place, asks me every time I address Lord of hell’s domain, and I do that, because it is here that I rest every night my sinful flesh. when I was a tired traveler, I was on a brightly illuminated window and pushed into the inner. a few pints and a freshly made burger later, I sold my soul for the apartment above. a deal as old as the time itself, but as I welcome my slut in the loving poor satans, I am attached in my belief that I got the better end of this deal.