“Why is everything in your father’s kingdom so ugly?” she asked.
“I don’t know if it’s ugly,” Jim said, “so much as it’s homemade.”
“What, Heaven has all the factories?”
Jim nodded. “Which means that Hell has a punk aesthetic.” Snocker got the door open and shuffled aside. The minion’s perpetually bleeding knuckles had left orange smears on the stone of the door. “Do it yourself, you know? There’s a reason rock and roll is Hell’s music.”
“I thought it was the rebellious attitude and the moral decadence.” Qayna grinned.
“Nope.” Jim walked into the Council Chamber. “Earth has the lock on moral decadence, everyone in Hell toes the line. They have to.”