Eternal Damnation Novels & Stories

Both the plaintiff and his mistress can go to hell! [Why is everyone just blaming the woman? The man is just as bad, if you ask me! He spent the money that was meant to save his mother-in-law on his mistress! If any of you had to deal with a guy like that, would you be able to even talk with them in peace?] [I mean, yeah, but Helly did save Quin's life, didn't she?] [True, Helly isn't a saint, but Quin isn't exactly a good person, either…]

"And each time she finds you, the obsession grows stronger. She's had centuries to nurture her hatred, to plan her revenge." Louis leaned forward, his face pale in the firelight. "But why does she always find us? How does she know where to look?" "Some souls are bound together by powerful emotions," Mr Blake explained. "Love, hate, obsession, they create connections that transcend death. Margaret's obsession with Thomas has created a psychic link that draws her to him in every lifetime." The thought made my stomach churn. We were trapped in an endless cycle of pursuit and death, all because of one woman's delusional entitlement.

Justice is served. But the singular beings were not convinced. Were not satisfied. Were not ready to forgive. Solitude spoke for them. "They committed unforgivable crime. Created permanent torture. Made irreversible suffering. How can that be forgiven? How can that be released? How can that be acceptable? They forced merger. They violated consent. They created hell. That is unforgivable. That is irredeemable. That is eternal crime deserving eternal punishment. We cannot forgive. Cannot release. Cannot accept. They must serve forever. Must suffer forever. Must pay forever. That is justice. That is appropriate. That is what they deserve. Forever."

I needed to find a way out of the trap my father had built around me. "Is there a way to break a soul wound?" I asked. Cornelius made a sound that might have been a laugh. "Not one created by infernal royalty. Those are eternal. They last until the contract is fulfilled or the souls involved are completely destroyed." "Complete destruction." "Yes." His eyes glowed brighter. "Which would mean true death. No afterlife. No rebirth. Just oblivion." That wasn't an option. "So my only choice is to go back to hell."

"Mobilize everyone! All our resources! Search for her! Veronica must still be alive!" He grabbed the divorce papers and shook them violently before clutching the bell tightly. "Turn Emaly upside down! No, turn the whole world upside down! No matter the cost, I will see her again!"

"She has gotten what she has wanted. She has marked me. I would look at my body and hate it for the rest of my life." "My Lord -" "But not when she's like that," Leonidas said with a sigh. "What is wrong?" Cleon seemed to grip the handle of the chair as he said, "Are you familiar with the stories about Tartarus?" The place where people who were too evil and were not of any worth while they lived spent the rest of their lives after death are tormented endlessly. "Yes. I am." "Then you must know that there are demons who carry out the suffering of the people who are doomed there, yes?"

Turning it into a place of sinful confession and the pleasures of the flesh and hence bringing damnation to us. The. END

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

Soon, all preparation was done and as Harper walked with Aiden, she asked him; “The figure that stood with Kyra that day, where is he now? He just disappeared like that so I was wondering.” Aiden replied her, “It went inside the fiery pit, along with the perished. They are all in eternal damnation together.” Harper felt cold shivers run down her spine and she then asked him, “What about us? After the sacrifice is made, what will happen to us then?”

For years, centuries, he had searched, through battlefields and banquets, through whispers and seer’s riddles, clinging to the thread of prophecy that one day, she would come. But time had passed like smoke. And she never did. “Gone,” he whispered to the silence. “Or worse, never meant to be.” The thought tasted like betrayal. Not from a woman, but from fate itself. The Moon Goddess was said to be just. Cruel, sometimes, but just. Why then had she cursed him—the last of the Draven bloodline—to rule alone, to ache with this yawning void in his chest? Why did she give him power, immortality, strength beyond measure—but leave his soul to rot unloved?