Darkest Pit Novels & Stories

"And what did I do to your so-called colleague?" "Y-you…" The messenger hesitated before he spoke out again. "You throwed him into the pit." "Wow!" I said, in admiration of myself. I remembered when I had brought up the idea of the pit, which was a great way of punishing a person without killing the person. It was a perfect way to punish people who have committed petty crimes. The pit is actually a massive underground basement which was designed in a way of tormenting people. There are three levels of the pit punishment which relate to the level of the crime committed.

a place of torment, evoking the quality of sinister wilderness. Where there is no light nor hope. The place engulf people in darkness. It is the “infernal world” of horrors. The place resembles a dungeon burning like a furnace But the flames give on light, or only just enough light to emphasize the darkness—“darkness visible”.

Macho's voice oozed with cruel satisfaction, "you underestimate the darkness that can lurk within those closest to you." The man's tears mixed with his despair as he crumbled before the revelation, his world collapsing under the weight of his own actions and the ruthless manipulation of the man he knelt before. The workshop, once a place of craft, now bore witness to the destruction of not just a man's reputation, but his very soul. "Oh, you know him," Macho's voice dripped with eerie satisfaction as he watched the man intensely, a disturbing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His plan was coming together seamlessly, the pieces falling into place like a sinister puzzle.

I was so disappointed that I didn't mind when he opened what seemed to be a secret door leading to a dark chamber. Is he going to kill me? This place is similar to that basement where I saw him kill a man point-blank. He finally put me down on my feet but I was unable to move. The room was so dark that my breathing started to pick up its pace. Fear started to creep into my being. My anxiety started kicking. Seriously, is he going to kill me? Was he that desperate to keep his secret?

Another punches my stomach while I’m simultaneously being shoved down to the ground. “Let me go,” I scream, or at least I try to, but no sound leaves my lips. Suddenly, something shifts in the air. The large men surrounding me freeze before taking position at my sides, letting me see what is ahead. Who is ahead. A man steps forward, a large black cloak covering his body and dragging against the mud as he moves. His face is shrouded in shadows, but I see his eyes. They are sharp yet deep, a swirl of greenish-brown filled with death.

The bottomless pit yawned open like a chasm of nothingness, its edges shrouded in an impenetrable veil of shadow. The air around it seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of reality was warped and distorted by the pit's presence. The darkness within was so profound that it seemed to have a life of its own, a sentient entity that pulsed with an evil power. It was as if the pit was a portal to a realm where light had never existed, a realm where hope was extinguished and only despair reigns supreme. As Asmo gazed into the abyss, he felt his spirit tremble with fear. The pit seemed to be beckoning him, its silence screaming with an unspeakable horror that threatene

“She’s agitated. We might need to increase the sedation.” No! The panic flares white-hot in my chest. If they sedate me, I slip back to the darkness. The light will go out. I’ll be left in the pit with the thing that is growling in the corner. I struggle harder. The air in the pit starts to swirl, turning into a storm of red fog. I see Drake again, but he is the monster from my memory, the one covered in the blood of the men he killed. He is standing at the top of the pit, looking down, but he isn't reaching for me. He is just watching.

I squinted into the darkness, expecting someone to be there but found no one. I frowned, "Why are you so frightened?" In the moonlight, I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. Wiping it away with his arm, he whispered weakly, "It is the dungeon of Supernatural Council; the place where the most deadly and ruthless lycan or werewolf criminals reside. The most cunning and the wicked ones who tend to linger in the darkness and attack when you least expect it.

Oh please, I wish I could survive. Darkesta was indeed a devil. We heard he could kill anyone who would turn their backs on him. Even his best friend died because of him. He wants to rule the world and he's starting to spread his evilness now like a virus, slowly killing the people without them knowing it. His evil guardians, the Dark Summoner were everywhere, slowly summoning even the humankind, I heard.