Romans & histoires Dante's Circles Of Hell

Finally, when he does speak up, I know he's talking metaphorically about our connection - "You'd think the white sands of the Underworld and the black sands of Tartarus would clash together because of their stark contrast, but instead, it's like they're meant to be one. Their colors blend almost effortlessly." "Sometimes, the things that make the less are actually what is meant to be. The fates collide in the weirdest of ways sometimes." I reply as we stand outside the gates of Tartarus, where Cerberus stands wagging his tail in excitement at me, drool spilling down his face on each of his three heads. As I reach up to pat Cerberus on his center head, I ask Samael once more if he's sure he w

she damned as she walked out of the house. Carina called after her but she paid deaf ears to her. "To hell with this house if possible." she said underneath her breath as she drove out of the house.

When she decides it was enough, she uttered, “I’m not gonna ask again.” “Fine!” Sebastián said in defense, distress was still flaring on his face and voice, “Who do you want?” Azrael grinned, she knew she’s getting near to the target. Sebastián definitely have a long list of celestials he encounters ranging from Angels, Demons and Fallens, “Bernael.” she said sharply. Skepticism washed Sebastián’s expression, “The Prince of Hell?”

Fabian hit the floor like a dog face-planting in the dirt, groaning in pain. His lackey, Chester, grabbed a chair and swung it at me after seeing him getting hit. I dodged to the side, kicked him hard in the butt, and sent him crashing into the pile of wreaths. Fabian scrambled up from the ground with his fleshy face twisted in fury. “Are you tired of living, Mattie? Do you have any idea where the Jeffersons stand in Cirrus? Even having ten lives would not save you!” I curled my lips. There weren’t many people in this world who could take my life.

Dante sat beside the bed, staring at Marco’s hand connected to tubes and machines. “I’m sorry, Marco,” Dante whispered. “I shouldn’t have let us go there.” The guilt wasn’t just emotional—it was poison. Dante realized that anyone who tried to love or protect him would always end up in places like this. Leonard had built a vicious cycle with Dante at its center. Dante took out the silver coin again. The carved “D” seemed to mock him. He remembered his last argument with Leonard. “You think you can live a normal life, Dante? The world won’t let you. You belong to the darkness—and the darkness always claims what’s its own.”

Although I couldn't see his eyes because of the mask, but right now, it really felt like his stares were piercing right into my core, leaving me breathless. "W-were w-we still talking about the sinners that were needed to be punished in the story, r-right?" Damn, I couldn't believe I just stuttered! Good thing he just chuckled and patted my head like a pet. Gone was the strong aura he was emitting a few seconds ago. "Of course, we're still talking about the story. So let them live. Let them live after taking away everything from them. Let them live forever in nothingness." He leaned closer, close enough to the point that our noses were literally touching each other. "Because, sorry to spoil

The internal pain that he will endure for his sins, echoed in the wind, like a soul burning in hell. My eyes remained shielded by Joffrey’s chest until the screams disappeared, but even after they disappeared, they still haunted my mind as a reminder of what evilness and darkness would bring. As I slowly turned back towards the circle, I could still feel the internal fire from hell burning, as Hades remained standing within the circle, now staring at Ambrogio.