Eternal Damnation Novels & Stories

“Deserve? Do you think this place cares about fairness?” I ignored him, my thoughts racing. “The myth says Jodeicasca is where the unforgiven suffer endless regret to earn mercy from the Great Gods. If they pass the test, they’re condemned to eternity in the third division of hell. If they fail . . .” I hesitated, the words too chilling to voice aloud. “They’re damned to the deepest, nastiest part of hell forever.” I shook my head, fighting the growing dread. ‘Does that mean I’m dead? No! I can’t be! I won’t believe it. This has to be a nightmare—some lunatic’s twisted magic playing tricks on me.’

Eternal. The word eternal can be defined as an everlasting or universal spirit representing the Moon Goddess lasting or existing forever. Let that sink in. I wasn't always an Eternal Wolf. Before I was ever an Eternal Wolf, I was the Alpha Queen. Becoming the Alpha Queen wasn't easy by any stretch of the word, but being the Alpha Queen shaped me into the she-wolf I have become. I didn't know it then, but I was destined for greatness. The Moon Goddess made sure of that. Saving my people, and really the earth realm from absolute destruction wasn't something I was thinking about when I was a young wolf. Little did I know.

- Said. - So, in case he loses, no version of him in the multiverse will exist in life, he will be taken to me, and he will cease to exist completely. - Said the entity. Should he fail to prevent death from arising by these means, he will be taken away and will no longer be able to reincarnate or return to any reality, any reality he lives in, his soul at any time. If within seven days, the chosen cities, give in to the most intimate sins and kill, during that period of time, all the inhabitants of those cities, you will be condemned to hell for each one of you.

The greatest punishment is to be deprived of the beatific vision, and to be immersed in eternal despair. To punish the sinners ruthlessly, to burn them to death then bring them back to life just to burn them again in the darkest pitch black fire, the god of underworld hades who’s other name is LUCAS is in charge of giving torment to the sinners in the most ruthless way, their cries are music to his ears. Who’s presence makes sinners bones shiver, the way the hounds of hell eat out flesh of sinners on his orders, the demons of hells are not less than a puppet in his hands. The most evil and heartless god just to make justice by punishing the evil people of earth after their death.

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”

It pierces your very soul, leaving a haunting memory of their presence, and forever reminding you of how close you came to eternal torment. To encounter the eyti is to experience true purgatory, but despite what scriptures and tales from the Inferno would have you believe, it is not a stepping stone to heaven. It is not where we cleanse our souls before ascending to a higher place. It is true, unending torment. Trapped as a bodiless being bound by your own misery, forced to spread it like a plague. These beings exist, and I am the being tasked with protecting you from them. I may be immune to their influence, but I am not unaffected.

But no matter how it was called, the merciless doctrine behind the curtains could still be seen perfectly akin to the daylight that never fails to arrive each and every new dawn. This practice was punishing and promoted spite and hate. But such was their Maker. The Primal Author considered not the feelings of the defeated, only their suffering. In the eternity that these fallen gods and immortals were here, there was ever only two choices and none other. Shame. or Death.

No one knew where those in the Everlasting would go once they crossed the Everlasting Door. After that, there had not been another everlasting being for several epochs, up to ten billion years. It was all because the Everlasting Path was too difficult... Where could one find everlasting life in loneliness and emptiness? Hence, only the nine Eternals from the Eternal Dominion in the Chi universe were locked in constant strife... because the Eternal Path was getting narrower, and the heavenly law would kill them if they were somewhat careless. It seemed God was unwilling to let these overpowering powerhouses continue to exist. If the powerhouses in the Eternal Realm wished to continue moving f

"Not just woven from light. Some of them felt. Some loved. But that kind of attachment became dangerous when the first war broke out. Those who loved humans—or other beings—were seen as weak. And those who bore children... were branded sinners." Kael's face darkened, but he didn't move. His arms remained tightly around Rea. "There were angelic pairs who hid their children. Some... fell in love with demons. Some acted from desire, not love. But the children born could not stay in the celestial order. The council ordered purification. Those infants who weren't born with pure light... were cast out." Rea shuddered. Kael's hand clenched tighter on her back. "Some were dropped to Earth. Some hidd