Romans & histoires Dante's Circles Of Hell

Chapter 18 (Third person’s POV) Hell wasn’t as what you have imagined it, oh no. Hell was something no one from the mortal realm had ever began to picture. It wasn’t as Dante Alighieri’s circles of hell—no rivers of fire nor eternal wailing of damned souled—okay maybe there is but it’s on the outskirts of the main city. But what’s clear is that Hell is rather…pleasant.

And we transported them to the entrance of the core. Hells fire sat in the centre of the underworld, it was the entrance to hell, and to that extent to purgatory. Where those who are unfortunate enough to be sent to hell, their sentence there would depend on the level of sin that was committed whilst alive. Hells fire would consume you and burn you repeatedly over and over again, a never ending agony. Once you had served your time you had a choice, join Lucifer’s army, or return to the fire. I’m sure you can guess what fate most chose. Dropping the heavy bulk to the floor, I began to drag the dead weight towards the entrance with Hélène’s help. The smell of sulphur hit my nose like a punch t

Chapter 183 Max If hell was a day it would have been what happened yesterday. There are different stages of hell, and it doesn't matter what stage of hell you are in or going through , the levels come with a different challenges . All good things come on threes and so do all bad things too . Hell ; purgatory and Paradise. I didn't study Dante at school but I'm pretty sure inferno doesn't last forever , the space inbetween purgatory and Paradise is always a working progress.

Elena's POV I stirred in my sleep and felt something very soft under me. It felt like I am sleeping on clouds, so soft and comfortable. I don't want to wake up. I snuggled more into the clouds to feel heaven. But then I realized that I am not into heaven but in hell. I opened my eyes to see the devil sitting on the couch with a cigarette in between his fingers. His expressions were neutral and his eyes were unreadable as always. He was looking at nothing in particular. It seems like he is planning the murder of someone.

And that was because a person's life was more important than finding the radius of a circle. The teacher talked about the levels of demons. Low-level demons which were common yet mildly dangerous. Mid-level demons were more uncommon but in multitudes like criminals, they are highly dangerous and most likely require a demon hunter to kill them. Then high-level demons, when one is seen the city must be immediately evacuated. They require multiple demon hunters to kill them. Finally special ranked, are rare but when sighted, not even a nuke can stop them. "Ma'am, what are the princes of hell? I saw it on news." A boy asked

Even though I felt like my head was going to pop off with every passing moment she remained silent. She licked her lips. "Matty was right. I am one of the last druids. My circle is the Circle of the Stars." She dropped her gaze to the floor as if she'd just spoken her greatest crime. And for all we knew, she just had. But it didn't mean shit to me. I wasn't even sure I knew what she was talking about. "Are we talking like Dungeons and Dragons druid or are you of the pagan religion that focuses on balance and nature?" Tove asked.

"Yes, Dakota. And it's been a journey worth taking. We've overcome so much." Dante, once a formidable force of darkness, had been held accountable for his sins. The punishment he had faced had not only brought about his own redemption but also served as a symbol of the supernatural world's commitment to justice and rehabilitation. His journey toward redemption was ongoing, but he had willingly embraced it, driven by a desire to make amends for the past.

I asked her as I touched one of the red candles. My mother gave me a confused look and then sighed as she looked around. “Well right now we’re in Dante’s castle.” “Dante’s castle?” I asked her confusion laced my voice. She nodded “Yeah, the doorway to the nine circles of hell.” “And I’m guessing Dante is that friend that is supposed to help you become yourself again?” I asked her and she nodded. “So why are you here Daria, Dante’s castle is in the underworld.” I gave her a blank look. “That means that you're dead sweetheart.”

"I wouldn't say matär, but confuse. It's not expected that humans can even get this far alone. Even because... There are few physical portals to get here. And the main one is located in hell. So, it is not a world that is prepared to receive a human with the soul of a fallen angel. I believe you are leaving the barriers confused. “Barriers? “I asked. "Each room represents one of the seven circles of hell," he replied. "A raw reminder from the Celestial Deities that Eve would be condemned to live with creatures belonging to hell. Even your home is made of the essence of every capital sin. Therefore, at the end of each flight of stairs, we cross an invisible barrier that detects the soul we re

Dante was contemplating on the balcony of his mansion. He knew that hid forces had been pushed inside the premises of his mansion. It was being enclosed by thick five-meter-high walls. Those cowards will not attempt to recklessly dive inside my fortress, anyone who would do so would be considered throwing himself to certain death. Not only that it was filled with elite squadrons of Lycans, but there are also giant ferocious wolves they call hellhounds.