Bleach Gates Of Hell Novels & Stories

The six-colored brilliance glittered dreamily, and the pale gray gate representing the Hell Path burst out a ray of brilliance and shot into the distant sky. At this moment, there was vaguely a kind of strange power of the rules between heaven and earth. "Hell Path, open! Evil spirits, go to hell!" His voice was like a decree, and a strange change took place in the distance. The jet of gray light of the Hell Path returned. It was mixed with traces of black mist that were struggling wildly. Faint screams and wails could be heard, but the black mist could not resist the gray light. In the end, it was dragged into the gray light gate.

I tell him as we enter the last door, which opens up to the gates. The gates of purgatory. They are more like doors. Same as the pearly gates. They aren’t pearly or gates; they are actually solid gold doors. Whoever called them gates clearly hasn’t seen them. However, they do the job and if people want to see them as gates, then who am I to argue? They are huge; the gates are grey. You can see the trapped souls moving on them, reaching their stretched white arms forward begging to be released, their jaws slack and eyes black. They are truly damned. It’s an eerie scene. One that I always find fascinating.

Ian followed Yolanda down into a sub-basement. They walked down a ramp from outside the packhouse to a vault door. It was a typical vault door. If a person ignored the glowing runes around the door. It was unnerving to see something he would expect in a horror movie. “What are the marks for? Symbols?” Yolanda laughed as she opened the heavy door.

"Welcome to the Hell, Ella" This is when a lone tear escaped my eye.

Brightness. It was all that I saw towards the end. Zeus and Lucifer were about to attack each other for the last time, the final strike, the last clash, the moment that would destroy the portals between Heaven and Hell and leave all the souls in one single realm. The second that they began to move towards each other, I let my consciousness return back to my body and my eyes shot wide open. Brightness. It felt like it lasted forever, but it slowly vanished to reveal a blue sky above, not a single cloud in sight. It was silent now, the war was over.

Wincing as I forced myself to stand up. I looked around at the grey space around me. Everything was void of colour down here. A large metal gate stood before me. Each spiked top held a decaying skull. The whole place smelt of fear and death. I reached for the gate, the shadows urging me to move forward. "I wouldn't do that," Balthazar's voice cut through the thick silence. I yelped, placing my hand over my racing heart. I quickly spun around to face him. "Balthazar, what are you doing here?" The corner of his lip tipped up into a devilish smirk. His ocean blue eyes watched me carefully. My body moved on its own, making me take small steps back towards the gate.

I cried out, terrified and in pain. She half shifted, something people generally avoided doing, pinning me down on the ground. “I'll kill you before you hurt my niece!” She snarled quietly at me. I could feel blood begin to trickle down my body as I heard the sound of a weapon being drawn. Instantly I felt a searing, burning pain on my chest right where my heart was. Whatever it was, surely a dagger based on the size, it was laced with wolfsbane. Wolfsbane was one of our biggest weaknesses. Wolfsbane was also something that could hinder healing. I screamed out in intense pain at the searing sensation, tears streaming down my face, blood down my body.

We turned left from the avenue/street onto what looked like the entrance into a separated part of this mini city. I looked at the huge, metal...almost jail like gates. Guest quarters huh? "Fuck!" Brian screamed behind me. I whipped around to find him holding his hand which was glaring red and looked blistered. I walked up to him in two quick steps and assessed his hand with my own. "Oh did I forget to tell you not to touch the gates? They're silver..." He said and chuckled. I wanted to glare at him but kept my cool.

The drums screamed. And then— A massive wooden gate, carved with spirals and skulls, loomed out of the darkness. The tribe shoved them toward it. The gates opened. A roar rose from within. Jenna lifted her head—binding ropes cutting into her skin—just in time to see a colossal figure step through the firelight inside the gates… holding a ceremonial blade dripping with fresh blood.

On the faces of the people were pathetic looks, some shaking their heads in a way that expressed pity while others couldn't look at her, the large room was so silent that one could even hear a pin drop. The Reverend walked towards the lady and began his prayers on her behalf and the people responded with “amen”, still with their gloomy and moody faces. The Reverend walked back and stood at his normal position as he shook his head at frequent intervals. A long cable was attached to the chair and immediately the cable was plugged into a socket outlet and was turned on. Some traces of tears could be seen escaping the young lady's eyes but she still managed to put on a sad smile. The intense pow