What in hell are you doing in my house?

Who the hell are you?

Let's get the hell out of this drenching rain.

Or tell him to go to hell and never come back to Miami.

I resented the hell out of it.

"But I met this girl and she-- " "Hell, no."

Howie, what in hell are you doing?

Waiting for him to snap or yell as he had when she arrived to Hell, she touched him timidly with her other hand to begin exploring the ridges of the scars on his chest.

What the hell happened to your apartment?

Yes and no, and I'm mad as hell about it.

The thought of him without his shirt on, or better yet, naked … "No way in hell," she breathed.

Hell, she had serious doubts he was even human.

"And now we run like hell," Traci said.

What the hell does that mean?

She backed away, unable to fathom the idea of being trapped with him in Hell for eternity.

They reached an open place in the brush where Diablo stood hip-shod, his eyes half closed - as if all hell wasn't getting ready to burst loose.

Damian wondered what the hell Sofi had figured out that would send the man before him into the teenage-like fit.

I'll make his life a living hell if so.

The accident did a hell of a job and the long coma and operations further messed him up.

What the hell are you doing?

Dusty wondered what the hell was wrong with everyone around him and rubbed the back of his neck.

Worse, she wasn't about to give the creature that tricked her into Hell and turned her Immortal an ounce of compassion.

It scares the hell out of me.

Don't talk to strangers, and if you see someone with red eyes, run like hell back to Dusty.

Our nailing Otto Rudman on your tip impressed the hell out of him.

She couldn't help thinking the creature whose job it was to trick people into Hell wasn't above lying to the human mate he took.

Since Bishop Brooks died I have read the Bible through; also some philosophical works on religion, among them Swedenborg's "Heaven and Hell" and Drummond's "Ascent of Man," and I have found no creed or system more soul-satisfying than Bishop Brooks's creed of love.

Glinka, the editor of the Russian Messenger, who was recognized (cries of "author! author!" were heard in the crowd), said that "hell must be repulsed by hell," and that he had seen a child smiling at lightning flashes and thunderclaps, but "we will not be that child."

"Who the hell put a pool here?" he demanded, pulling his right foot out of the shallow end of an in-ground pool.

Anything you ask of Hell, it will do, he said.

When he didn't respond, I added, She'll have a hell of a headache but you guys both have some bridges in need of serious damage control.

Damian suspected what kind of hell Dusty had been through and was pleased to see his trusted friend looking good.

Why had he sent her, and where the hell was he?

And if he didn't, you could leave him there and do whatever the hell you wanted for the day?

"All hell is about to start raining down," Jule said, pulling away from her.

Hell had a magic library.

"If I say the words you want, are you manipulating me into this bond, the same way you did to get me into Hell?" she demanded.

He wouldn't say much else, other than she cannot be fixed with the magic of Hell, Wynn explained.

Martha confirmed my suspicions Quinn was mad as hell, convinced the whole business was down the flusher.

Hell, mister, I don't remember.

Howie turned away, mad as hell at me.

Where in hell was a local mall?

How in hell does anyone know that shit?

She'd been through hell at Talon's hands.

"How the hell did Dusty end up with someone like you?" he asked and looked down at himself, impressed.

He began to cry, the soul-deep weeping of a man who'd lost all and spent his tormented life in a level of hell she'd never be able to imagine.

The room was allegedly the most comfortable Hell had to offer.

Hell had a library?

It was disturbing as hell.

This is important stuff and risky as hell.

I kept after her to tell me and that pissed off Ronnie to all hell and he demanded Julie and me to get out.

Damian will tell them to go to hell.

She could see the future and he was a … what the hell was he?

If you killed me, I'd make your life hell.

The energy around them was lively; they were brothers whose bond was formed during their years in the bowels of hell.

She wasn't able to tell what time it was in Hell.

She shivered, not wanting to imagine what Darkyn was capable of or how hard it might be to outmaneuver him to leave Hell.

Another thought crossed her mind as she stood in Hell's library.

He was the creature who trapped her in Hell.

If Gabriel had killed her while trying to save her, he'd kill the soul in her head, too, the one that damned Deidre to Hell.

She hadn't thought so, but then again, she never expected to end up in Hell.

You are the only innocent soul in Hell.

You will find one here in Hell.

Or I'll never leave Hell.

If the magic of Hell can't cure her, can yours?

To make my life hell?

From the moment he first offered her the deal that landed her in Hell, he read her.

She missed nature in the time she'd been in Hell.

I'm the only Immortal who can walk into Hell.

She saw the same woman here as she did in Hell: sultry and sweet, beautiful of face with a body enhanced by the dark dress.

The portal to Hell glowed darkly.

The dual sub orbs were dim, casting a sickly light over Hell.

The only innocent soul in Hell.

I don't expect them or anyone else to make deals with you for me, she said, hurt as much by his words as the thought that there was no one outside of Hell who wished her well.

The next morning, Deidre found herself at the wall overlooking the red deserts of Hell.

She tried not to get her hopes up that a portal out of Hell would appear.

An eternity in Hell at the side of the Dark One.

She'd packed her favorite clothes to take with her to Wynn's a few days before she ended up in Hell.

She couldn't walk down the streets of Atlanta in her Hell gown.

I went to Hell and … she drifted off.

Harmony was granted access to use Hell to go to your underworld.

"You don't deserve to spend your life in Hell," he said, pacing.

And leave you in Hell with him?

"The only innocent soul in Hell, I've heard," she said and rolled her eyes.

Yesterday, she saw the power she could have to help people from Hell.

It's the same key that got you into Hell.

You wanted to rule Hell.

Darkyn said nothing about leaving Hell after they returned from her apartment.

Now, get your ass back to hell before your mate hunts me down.

She'd be helping Wynn out of Hell as well.

She'd never liked the portal system outside of Hell; this one was scarier.

I get Hell for eternity and you get …death.

Your ticket out of Hell.

Darkyn said Hell would do what she asked, so she willed her hair shorter and blonde.

She tested Hell's powers.

She watched the battle with the Dark One – the one Darkyn lost – and saw him banished to the bowels of Hell.

Battle made him ruthless; Hell made him shrewd.

"To restrict his powers, he can move between Hell and the mortal world but not beyond without the permission of those deities who rule the other domains," Zamon continued.

If not with Hell's enemies, then within the ranks of demons.

She was in Hell, because there was nowhere else for her lost soul to go.

You don't think you'll ever leave Hell.

Hell has a library, and the librarian has been teaching me about the deities through these little video tutorial things.

You've been sitting in Hell watching movies?

Hell has one, and Death does as well.

Her thoughts went to the good she might be able to do from Hell.

She sends you to Hell, and you go to bat for her.

He was asking for a favor, one Darkyn would discover within seconds of her returning to Hell.

"Just get me through Hell," Gabriel said.

But you sent him into the middle of Hell for thousands of years.

I figured if he survived the worst Hell had to offer, he'd make a worthy successor.

"Hell runs off deals," Zamon replied.

Darkyn stripped my power when I left Hell.

I mean, you're in Hell maybe even being torn to pieces every day and you're being kind to me.

Darkyn … no way in hell.

Are you allowed to leave Hell?

She turned and padded back to the portal to Hell, resisting the urge to run.

As she stared out at the deserts of Hell, she figured out what she felt.

She'd given relationship advice to the woman who condemned her to Hell, advice meant to help snag the heart of a man she hadn't stopped loving.

Of all the emotions running through her mind, the one that hurt the most was knowing that everyone outside Hell had already written her off as a goner.

It was difficult to hear how easily he'd evaluated and cornered her to get her to Hell.

Her heart beat rapidly at what it meant to surrender what had been her one hope to leave Hell.

Okay. Are you allowed out of Hell?

She pushed Selyn towards the portal to Hell.

Suddenly, Deidre wished she'd left Selyn in Hell.

Darkyn's bitch will get us into Hell.

I have the power of Hell at my back.

Now, we're going to Hell.

After a moment, she realized none of them could see the portal to Hell the way she could.

She prayed for Selyn to find her way home safely then led them through the portal into Hell.

What the hell, if hand signals and the language of smiles could do the trick, she'd make a fine employee.

She scared the hell out of Martha.

He must have been mad as hell.

God, I hated it and I was mad as hell.

I guess that shows they at least believed what they were doing was right—not just whacking you on the spur of the moment because they were mad as hell, taking their anger out on your backside.

Now, what in the hell do you want?

How in hell did he get himself into these situations?

Now, if you're acting sheriff or whatever the hell your position is, it's your damned job to follow through.

Like hell, Dean thought, but he let Fred go on.

"Hell of a pitcher," Paul Dawkins mumbled.

"What in hell are you doing up here?" he asked with no humor in his voice.

Keep the hell out and stop snooping.

But it would be hot as hell crossing the desert in Utah and Nevada.

"You've had a hell of a night," Fitzgerald said to her.

Just get the hell out of here!

That's a hell of a thing to do to a relative!

"That is a hell of a coincidence," Dean agreed.

Hell, I don't know why I did it—it was stupid—just something to do.

You're putting me in a hell of a spot.

What in the name of heaven and hell gave you that idea?

You'll look around when you get a search warrant, or hell freezes over—whichever comes first!

Why in hell did you say that?

We're not seeing each other and we sure as hell aren't lovers!

What in hell are they doing there?

What in hell happened?

Hell, yes, you should have known!

What the hell do I care where he is as long as I don't have to work with him?

How the hell does that look?

Why the hell should I be after what he did to me?

No one knows where the hell he is, or what he's plotting.

"Where the hell have you been?" he asked angrily.

All hell's up, that's what!

We'll make a hell of a team.

The only innocent soul in Hell, for Wynn's was as black as the stone blocks of Hell's fortress.

Wynn didn't want to imagine what Darkyn did to the sweet girl he left behind in Hell.

Wynn pitied her but wasn't about to ask any favors of the demon lord that didn't involve Wynn leaving Hell – and Deidre – behind.

You leave Hell a human in every way.

These are the terms of you leaving Hell.

She didn't need to know he planned on having her killed off, once and for all, once they were free of Hell.

How badly do you want to leave Hell?

Darkyn opened one of the internal portals within Hell and strode through it.

Knowing the most powerful creature – one the Dark One himself exiled at one point for his ruthlessness – had taken over Hell was another matter entirely.

Wynn wasn't about to ask why it was secret or spend too much time in Hell with the violent creature before him.

Either way, she will not leave Hell.

Hell ran off deals, but Wynn's life was already in enough trouble without incurring another debt on behalf of a woman who had no hope of ever escaping Hell.

Shivering, she stripped out of the Hell garb and flung it aside to put on some of the clothing she'd chosen.

Only one of them made it out of Hell, though.

The extent of the Dark One's powers on his home turf in Hell was beyond anyone's ability to know.

The Dark One that ruled Hell since the time-before-time had fallen to a ruthless demon lord whose goal had long been to take over the mortal realm.

Deidre made a deal with the Dark One, one good enough to bring her soul back from the dead, combine the two Deidres, cure the tumor of one and release the final product from Hell.

The portal to his underworld was grey; only yellow mortal portals and the black one to Hell were visible.

I mean, I couldn't leave Hell with any deity powers and um, basically only one of us left.

"Wynn is in Hell," she said at last.

It had to do with her trip to Hell, with the deal she made Darkyn.

She disappeared, and Gabriel assumed she was in Hell hiding.

"They've been moving through the portal in Hell," Tymkyn explained.

Apparently, the portal isn't closed from Hell.

The demons can't access it, but an Immortal or dealer who goes through Hell can.

"You mean, one who survives Hell," Landon muttered.

It involves them taking your soul and sending it to Hell.

What had the two Deidres traded in order to be combined and let out of Hell?

With the power of Hell behind him, Darkyn could raise an Army of Souls to wipe out the mortal realm.

I didn't think I'd meet her before I left Hell.

The only thing I didn't count on was Darkyn giving me the choice of my power or Gabriel when I left Hell.

Lying to him about what happened in Hell is going to break bad for you, Deidre.

She was damned the moment she stepped into Hell, Deidre said firmly.

It didn't matter that he'd been sentenced to Hell by the very people he was now charged with protecting.

Maybe Darkyn is still pissed at me for breaking into Hell to rescue our friends a few months ago.

He'd be condemning her to Hell the same way she did the human he loved.

Reluctantly, her thoughts returned to the human she'd left in Hell.

He sank his teeth into someone and never let go, until they were in Hell.

Deidre studied him, unable to determine what was going on with him and the human he'd kept in Hell.

Perhaps you belong in Hell, not her.

No, I'd be sent to Hell.

He'd been the one to deliver his friend to Hell many years ago.

He definitely didn't look forward to waking up one day in Hell.

Maybe there's a backdoor or someone she knows in Hell who can help you.

She seemed to have dropped any form of common sense somewhere between Hell and her world.

Darkyn had been correct about the human she dumped in Hell.

There is a way through Hell?

We both know anyone can get to Hell.

You are the only way out of Hell, and I'm not about to make you a deal.

Hell is aware I have ascended to the position of the Dark One.

Go with him to Hell.

Verify there is a portal through Hell to our underworld, Gabriel instructed Landon.

She wore the clothing of the women of Hell: a black, silky, backless dress that reached the tip of her sandaled feet.

I went to Hell and … Deidre drifted off.

"I came here to … visit," she said with a quick glance at Darkyn that said she probably ventured out of Hell without telling her new mate.

"Has he hurt you?" he asked, unable to fathom how she survived Hell so far.

He hadn't been sent to Hell yet, indicating no one had found his soul, but the thought lingered in the back of his mind.

He gazed at Deidre as she admitted to abandoning human-Deidre in Hell.

The night he slept with her and condemned her to walk the path that led her to Hell.

He'd played a hand in sentencing the sweet human to Hell.

Darkyn would never let him through Hell, but Deidre … He felt like shit just thinking about it yet recognized the danger he was in.

Gabriel suspected the Dark One wasn't going to let his little human out of Hell, especially not to see her former mate.

Dressed in the seductive clothing of Hell, her body's gentle shape appeared voluptuous, her narrow shoulders exposed, her round hips and breasts enhanced.

She was effectively trapped in Hell with the devil for eternity.

Just get me through Hell.

The woman in the bed behind him had taken three days to warn him about the human left in Hell.

With nothing else to lose, all she could think about was what happened to the human she left in Hell.

Deidre entered the shadow world and summoned the human she'd left in Hell.

Still wearing the garb of Hell, Darkyn's mate was sporting fangs with her pink hair and a heavy sultriness that made Deidre look twice.

She's not broken like we are, Wynn had told Deidre before she left Hell.

"Are you allowed to leave Hell?" she asked.

Darkyn's mate nodded, turned and retreated through the portal back to Hell.

"How did you get out of Hell?" she asked coolly.

We are both culpable for sending the only innocent soul either of us has ever known to Hell.

The girl wore the garb of Hell but appeared uncertain, mirroring Deidre's emotion.

Sensing her alarm, Darkyn's mate turned and took the arm of the girl behind her, pushing her towards the black door to Hell.

It happened the first time Darkyn invaded the mortal world from Hell.

He last experienced it … … Monday night, when Deidre had gone to Hell.

With the tear between worlds, he was able to use more of the power normally restricted to Hell.

If he couldn't find her, she was in one of two places: Hell or the underworld.

An eternity in Hell or what?

"Not in Hell, where she belongs," Darkyn snapped.

Hell or the underworld?

"If they aren't in Hell, they can only be one other place where I can't sense them," Gabriel said.

"Permission to traverse Hell to get to the underworld," Gabriel said without hesitation.

You want to come in, you can't bring Hell with you.

We leave the gateway between the two open, so she can access Hell's magic.

"You better find it, if you don't want your daughter dragged to Hell," Darkyn snapped.

"No. He kept me in Hell to undo what Sasha did," Wynn answered.

The portal to Hell closed.

I'll go grab Tamer and meet you in the portal room in Hell.

And find his soul, before it was crushed and he was sent to Hell.

He'd watched Rhyn and Katie's relationship unfold from its rocky beginning, when Katie inadvertently rescued Rhyn from his sentence in Hell.

Who the hell was this guy?

Deidre wiped the blood off her foot onto a towel, unable to piece together what the hell was going on.

Deidre hadn't landed in heaven; she'd landed in hell.

"This is hell, isn't it?" she whispered.

Gabriel asked, sensing there was more to the demon lord's journey from Hell.

The deal was made before Darkyn assumed the helm of Hell.

Worse, who the hell had she slept with Friday night, if not Logan?

Couldn't someone tell her what the hell was going on?

What the hell did you do?

This week has been hell.

The rich cinnamon-vanilla scent of the bath bubbles filled the air, reminding her of the candle she'd bought at the farmers market the day her life went to hell.

"Interesting. Unless they're headed to Hell, I don't need…" He drifted off, mind on the demons.

Darkyn would see this man again soon in Hell.

Andre was rendered dead-dead while Rhyn was stuck in Hell, killed by the same brother who held Rhyn prisoner.

Or died and gone to hell.

No way in hell.

No way in hell on the trench coat.

"Welcome to Hell," Darkyn said, releasing her.

The portal system does not work in Hell for mortals.

Female humans in Hell with a soul unblemished by evil?

"If I do, will everything be okay?" she asked, searching his face for any indication she survived the ordeal and left Hell.

This is Hell, isn't it?

Then I'm off to tell Gabriel his mate is stuck in Hell.

She thought hard about all she'd learned since arriving to Hell.

He always peeked at his friend, whom he'd dropped off in Hell to serve an undeserved sentence.

He doesn't deserve to be in Hell, he replied.

He'd always hoped Rhyn would have another chance, that Hell was a place to stash the dangerous immortal until the world was ready for him.

You're my best assassin, and you're the only one who can trespass in Hell and return.

The restriction smacked him hard, as he'd been ready to drag Rhyn out of Hell as soon as Death was gone.

"How do I get him out of Hell?" he demanded.

He wasn't really sure Rhyn would consider being sentenced to eternity with a mate much of an improvement over Hell.

I'm violating Immortal Code by serving you, by locking Rhyn in Hell to keep Kris from killing him.

It was his immortal powers, which Death had yanked from him when she ordered Gabriel to take him to Hell.

Maybe when he's stabilized, he can leave Hell.

But who in Hell is going to become his mate?

He went to the only portal that glowed black --the portal to Hell --and stepped from the shadow world into the tiny, dark cell holding his friend.

He would stay in this holding cell on the outskirts of Hell until Sasha figured out some new grueling punishment.

A touch of coolness grazed his heated frame, which always grew hotter than Hell when he changed forms.

Rhyn snorted and faced the corner, making out Gabriel's eyes, which gleamed darker than a night in Hell itself.

The death dealer was his only friend who'd stuck with him since he'd been banned to Hell by his brothers and dragged there by the immortal death dealer before him.

Hell buffered his natural inability to rein in the magic and absorbed much of his energies.

Rhyn felt Hell's and Sasha's power roll over him like a boulder in a river.

They couldn't control him once he left Hell; no one could.

Rhyn stretched physically and metaphysically, testing the bounds of Hell.

He felt some peace knowing that --whatever Death wanted from him --she'd have to free him from Hell to get it.

"Oh, hell no," she said with a smile.

What the hell was a death dealer?

When he was out of Hell, he'd already planned on kicking the ass of their eldest brother, Andre, and killing Kris.

As much as he hated Hell, he hated Antarctica more.

He sat with his hands on his thighs and his eyes straight ahead, like a statue chiseled in Hell itself.

Take Toby and the damn death guy and leave me the hell alone.

The hell you can't.

She didn't answer, concentrating on figuring out where the hell she was.

The woman whose death by his hand had landed him here in Hell.

She didn't let herself think too much about what it might be, how she ended up in Hell, or why she'd just let some otherworldly creature with fuzzy hands cut off her clothes.

Shouldn't I be dead already if I'm in Hell?

Amnesia was looking like a good option compared to Hell.

I'm already in Hell.

She closed her eyes, telling herself she'd survive this and figure out how to get the hell out of there, even if it meant bartering with the monsters on her cell block.

He couldn't protect anyone from Sasha in Hell, and he itched to taste the woman meant to be his mate.

The twin moons of the outer banks of Hell were bright.

Rhyn refused it and threw himself onto the comfy couch farther away from Hell's flames.

You think I want to be in Hell at the side of the Dark One?

He'd long since stopped trying to escape, knowing the magic of Hell and the Dark One was too old for him to break.

He didn't care that Hell would suck him dry.

I guess you wouldn't if you didn't plan on leaving Hell.

He goes through Hell and collects us freaks down here.

At least Hell kept up with the latest styles, she thought darkly.

After her time in Hell --where most of the monsters looked human --she didn't trust this one.

the neck, as the creatures in Hell had taught her.

You all deserve to be in Hell!

…and you, Rhyn, who should owe me something for freeing you from the depths of Hell!

Kris's pets can go anywhere but Hell.

He'd been to Hell.

He wasn't ready to be dead-dead yet, not after all the time he'd spent in Hell and all the unfinished business he had.

She wondered what it took for an immortal to look as if he'd been through Hell and back.

I went to Hell.

He's been in Hell for hundreds of thousands of years.

You couldn't defeat me and Hell couldn't hold me.

Who spent the last million years in Hell, thanks to Kris.

He wasn't a healer, and the only healer he knew was trapped in Hell.

Sasha dragged her down to Hell.

Nothing had blown up or gone wrong since he'd returned from Hell.

His power felt the same, but maybe his time in Hell had mellowed it out, made it more responsive to his command.

"He's been in Hell for a long time," she replied.

He sentenced both brothers to Hell for eternity.

You should've died in Hell.

I saved you from Hell, and I saved you from those things at the…at the Arch.

He must've forgotten I went to Hell already.

Hell made him worse.