It is a long walk to Doe approximately an hour at a fast pace I had to get there. It is blustery night, very unforgiven. My pet wolf Madrabán Síocháin has accompanied me staying in his wolf form. I see the derelict church and lightning struck the ground near it. Then some form of light enriched the only entrance. That has to be the portal.

I step through the portal with no idea what I am going to see next. I shut my eyes. I have arrived.

 When I opened my eyes I have come out on the other side. The portal behind me closed. No longer is it a derelict church, it is just part of a mountain range now. It is a different realm entirely. It is cool I note. I walk forward and notice I am on a ledge in a mountainous range. There are thousands of voices below. "Save me," these voices say, "save me."

I walk forward and look down, I nearly bulk. Am I in Hell I ask myself? There is a river not off molten lava-like I envisioned but it is as black as coal. There is a great mass of people down below an ocean of people. Something I could never have imagined.

"Quite the site," said an Englishman who sounded as if he were a smoker. When I turn around I am greeted by a big burly man a man with barely any neck. He is ugly beyond the very definition of the word with wicked eyes he is staring daggers at me.

"I am-"

"Cain Magia," he says. "Yes, I know." How does he know my name? He takes out a clean handkerchief and proceeds to pat his brow. Standing stationary for this fat man must be problematic. He looks like he has been jogging in a sauna. 

"How do you-"

"I am a greeter," the fat man says. I don't really know what that means exactly. The fat man has an answer for me. "It is my duty to greet people of certain shall we say...interest. We have been watching you for a long time and expecting you Mr. Magia since the day you were born we have waited."   

"Who are you? And what am I doing here?"

"Aleister Crowley, is my name, Mr. Magia if you must know. And you are to find out soon enough why you are requested." He said as he held his handkerchief and patted his brow.

"Am I in-"

"No!" The fat man known as Aleister said, "not yet you are. This is the Underworld, a foyer if you will. Follow me this way, Mr. Magia."

Aleister led Cain down a stairwell. It must have just appeared from the side of the mountain. Steps emerged as if by magic.  

"Who are all these people?" 

"Sinners like yourself Mr. Magia. They will all have a date with my master."

"You can call me Cain ya know. Where are all these people to go?" 

"They are to serve there time in Hell." The guards are doing there utmost to keep the peace but fights break out and it is a common site.

"How long have these people been waiting to board a boat?"

"See the people nearer the front," Aleister pointed to a black tunnel in the distance as far as the eye could make out.

"Yes."

"Those individuals have been waiting for decades."

They reach the bottom of the stairs and in a puff of black smoke Demons appear in their thousands. They are all in white robes and naught can be seen just there creepy toothy grins and bright eyes. They draw swords that have a skull attached to the hilt, these swords glow red.  "These Demons are peacekeepers, Mr. Magia and will ensure our path to the front of the queue."  

"How long will I have to wait?" Cain asked.

"My dear boy, you are a VIP your ticket was booked long ago. Which reminds me," Aleister reaches into his pocket and pulls out a golden ticket. "Here," Aleister hands it to me. "As soon as the next vessel comes around you will board."

***

Suddenly a mist sprawled all around and a boat arrived. The boat is not flashily riddled with wood-decay. It can seat no more than a few people but Cain is lucky as he gets to ride alone. Then Cain beholds the ferryman. The ferryman is a skeleton with patches of flesh.  

"Come on," Aleister says. "Let us, board."

 The demonic guards held the boisterous crowd back slaying them if need be. 

"Now what?" Cain asked.

"Now we meet your father."