A Short Stay In Hell Novels & Stories

Lucifer could tell Elijah wasn't as upset as he led on. "It means those with forgivable crimes. Hell has four levels to its prison. The first level is for those with one to ten years of sentencing. Almost everyone there is eligible to retrieve a contract. The second level is eleven to thirty years. Some of the humans there are okay to give a contract to." Elijah was interested to know about the various levels but needed to ask about something important to him. "Before you continue. Where does a human go from here when their sentence is up?"

" But your feminine features are very beautiful, you would be beautiful if you were a woman, wich you are not, your just an ugly devil" " That doesn't even make any sense, you know that?" " oh shut up already, it's bad enough I'm here with you already I don't need to hear you complain now" " you little..." " by the way where are we? is this hell? it pretty much looks like that....am I actually death and went to hell? WHAT THE FUCK I THOUGHT DIEING IS TO STOP EXISTING " *sigh* " Hei don't talk about my home like that kid!"

“What is the difference between us? Explain it to me.” Please no! I shut my eyes tightly and bit my lip. I can’t tell you this, Zachary. I can’t share my ideology with him of Hell. I have been taught since I was small that Hell is nothing but an ill-fated voyage of unending tortures, a world resonating with cries and screams and a gateway to excruciating pain that ultimately leads to a pitiful death.

Callie had been thrown from one prison to another. While she had been in a windowless cell in the mortal realm, she had books and sweets from Oliveira to keep her occupied. The Lords of Hell only cared that she was breathing and kept her fed and locked up in her bedroom. She wondered if it was even possible to die of boredom.

She said sounding pissed off “It’s a haunt for pushers and their prey; it was set up by someone that I know, my friend who I was looking for. It’s a place for humans and non-humans to get their kicks” “So what the fucks this then!?” She said holding up her hand with the large letter H on “Your identification, H for human” “That’s a pile of shit”

I was so done with all of their shenanigans and the mind games. “Listen to me shortstack. I understand that the afterlife must be burning hot and very uncomfortable for you. That’s why you are here to spread your misery. But I don’t know you, and I didn’t help you ruin your life or whatever the hell it is you did that landed you in hell, but you are not allowed to fuck up my life over it, so if you will please get your dead, suffering self out of my sight and never bother me again, it will be the best damn decision of your entire life.”

He is about to face his punishment soon, anyway. “Do souls ever get out?” I asked. “Yes, some souls are given second chances to redeem themselves and if they blow it up severely, they remain in hell forever,” he said. I nod my head in understanding. “While some souls like little girl go to hell automatically forever because she committed a great sin,” he said. I nod my head. “But where the hell is it? We have just been walking,” I said.

##Chapter 4: Cassidy Book One: Stay A low groan rumbles its way from deep within the mountain of pillows and blankets. "I don't feel good," the voice croaks. "I think I have the flu." I snort with about as much derision as I can muster. "What you technically have is called the twenty-four-hour booze flu," I singsong gleefully before yanking open the thick, ugly blue curtains covering our dorm room window and allowing bright sunlight to filter in.

Bones snapped, screams pierced the air, and blood mingled with the dust as lives were mercilessly snuffed out in an instant. Yet amidst the chaos and devastation, an inexplicable phenomenon unfolded. Only those cursed with the weight of their own existence survived the cataclysmic event, their tortured souls spared from the merciless hand of death. With a sense of urgency, Jay swiftly checked on the safety of everyone, focusing particularly on the well-being of the children. To their collective astonishment, they found themselves suddenly teleported outside the confines of the dungeon, surrounded by the tranquil expanse of meadows bathed in the soft glow of moonlight.

I seriously warned them. Hell is not as hot as you think it is. There are three stages of hell, and the first stage is the hottest part of hell. Hotter than the flowing lava from an active volcano. The steam alone can drive you crazy from the humidity that it brings. That place is where the souls of the flawed, immoral, unlawful, corrupt, criminal, dishonest, and crooked are being punished. All you can hear and see are sufferings and despair. There is no room for hope in the place. The second stage is where Oslec belongs. The mighty warriors and loyal soldiers protect the Kingdom of the Demon King. That place is not as hot as the first place but full of dangerous terrains perfect for militar