Dante's Circles Of Hell Novels & Stories

Emily and Olivia helped Lucius as they walk up from the stairs. Lucius was getting heavy and weak. He tripped over a few treads of the stairs and gladly, they reached the second level of the house. He told them to carry him to Emily’s room where he had concealed the symbols of the door to the underworld.

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?"

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

"A friend should always underestimate your virtues, and an enemy overestimates your faults"- Mario Puzo Chapter 88 DANTE POV I was going to the seventh hell. Not the first one or the second one, but the innermost, hottest level of hell because I deserved it... All my life, I have been committing millions of sins, but none greater than this one. And on Sunday nonetheless.

I bet he doesn’t knows what being a family guy is. Dante doesn't look like he is 33, he is such a fine young man with an evil heart. I hate him, I hate his guy, I hate everything about him.

There are three primary zones: Fields of Punishment – basically hell, for the truly evil. A busy place, unfortunately. But some folks really earned their spot there. cough Hitler. Asphodel Meadows – for those with regrets. A gray, numb place designed for souls who want to forget all the “what ifs” of their lives. Elysium – paradise. The dream. Most people end up here, reunited with loved ones, living out peace. But that was before Lucifer set up shop and turned the whole place into a flaming nightmare.

He too looked displeased, and they all stared at the chaos we had done. All three gazes landed on me, and even the War Demon shrunk back from their gazes, a small sound escaping it. They wasted no time, surrounding me, as Lucifer placed a hand on my shoulder, the Devil, and Satan moving towards the allies. "You are coming with me." he said, and in an instant, I was away from earth, entering the 9th circle of Hell. There are nine circles of hell, the only mortal by the name of Dante having described it perfectly. Each circle represents where certain spirits are thrown to, from limbo to treachery.

She tilted her neck to allow him to get food from her and get her as he had done for all those decades, shedding silent tears that mixed with the waters of the waterfall, trying to wash their traces from her soul before her cheeks. And he did, he came back and acquiesced to her. Carmen is one of the shades of Hell that refuses to leave him, always dragging him into darkness and absorbing every light that tries to infiltrate his heart. He will not come until after he kills her, but he always finds something that prevents him from killing her, so he tries to drive her away, but she refuses to impose herself on him in any way. Carmen is the sea of ​​darkness that quenches its thirst with its po

My eyes rolled back. "Mm," I moaned. I felt every press of his fingers. It sent chills through my veins. A smile tugged across my lips. The next moment, I snapped out of it. I jumped off the bronze chair and turned swiftly to look into his eyes. Those blue piercing eyes were gone, replaced by deep crimson ones. "You aren't Mitchel," I said, trying to convince myself that everything he said was fake. "No matter what you think, I will remain Zarchios," he said.

"We drag their sorry asses before us and decide their fate based on whatever shit they've been up to. Could be a slap on the wrist, could be getting their access to the outer regions revoked. Depends on how creative they've been with their mischief." Dad chimed in, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and malice. "And sometimes," he said, his voice like velvet over steel, "they fuck up so spectacularly that we drop them straight down to one of the lower circles. Eternal damnation express, if you will." Sebastian's eyebrows shot up. "Damn," he muttered. "That's... intense." I couldn't help but laugh at his expression. "Welcome to Hell, babe. We don't fuck around."