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She gave another kick and finally, she broke free. Just when she thought she could escape from the creature, another one grabbed her, then there’s two or three or four…they managed to pull her down. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw the creatures underwater. Humans! Decaying but not dead. Men. Women. Kids. All she can see are thousands of faces wailing, reaching for her. They are all jerking their legs chained to the murky sea bed. It was useless to resist, their desperation to pull her down had overcome her will to live. She closed her eyes. So that was it. All those days and nights she had been fighting her dark thoughts have gone to waste. This is now her tragic death.

Moriah was watching her with pure surprise, he didn't even try to cover that. How could it be that she was still alive? It was true that he had been reborn again, but how was it possible that she had been reborn too? "What, surprised?" Hadassah chuckled with humor and climbed down from the saddle of the horse. "Is it not funny that how I am still alive? Even I have returned to my true body?" "How?" he blurt out, feeling resentful to see her like that. He lost his true body in a Hellfire decades ago, since then he had been living in other people's body, like parasites.

RAGE I woke up in a familiar place. My body is aching so bad. I can't even move my legs and arms. What happened to me? Where am I? The last time I remembered was when Leandro summoned me. After that, darkness envelops me. I can't remember anything after that. I move my head to see the surroundings. This is my first time to see such a place. It's so peaceful, beautiful and it's like I'm in another dimension. Is this place even real? I never knew that this place existed in real life.

Seconds rolled into minutes and minutes into hours ,I found myself in a deserted place Everywhere was void of life and anything in life There wasn't even a single plant there, is it this supposed to be a desert or what? Because there is an oasis but there are no palm trees... Unexpectedly, a loud voice that literally shook the ground I stood on I began sinking into the sand I tried my very best to pull myself out of the sand but it kept sucking me violently in Eventually I had to be learnt and accept my fate as I was about to die, unexpectedly I got sucked into an underground world You know once you think about anything called underground you'll be all scary dark and fitish but... where I ap

When he opened his eyes, they were their normal burnt ember but as he blinked, the green in his eyes deepened, richened before bursting into a vibrant, fiery red. His pupils shrank until they were nothing but vertical slits. The concern in his eyes from earlier had burned away, leaving only hunger. I left his hold immediately, walking backward until my back hit a tree. The feeling from earlier returned and my bones iced up again so my feet remained glued to the ground. "S…..S…. Sebastian?" My knees bucked and I fell to the grass. "Your eyes." I pointed my shaking finger at his eyes. They were exactly like the man's from my dream.

One where she was happy and safe. Loved and treasured… Because at the end of the day, it only felt bittersweet to know, that the people who did this to her, never would be able to hurt her again. Thanks to me… Alpha of the Tartarus Pack! Hell’s Alpha… At that, I smirked. They say revenge is a dish best served cold… I think it’s a dish best served--- In Hell…

Still, they also showed signs of exhaustion and malnourishment. “Where am I?” I whispered in a very low voice, I wasn’t sure if the girl I addressed my question to heard what I said or not. It was the same one who talked to me. She had jet black, long, straight hair that looked like it hasn’t been combed or washed in days. One side of her face was fully hidden by her hair. There was a thin, black headband on her forehead. It gave her a very creepy appearance. “Unofficially… you’re in hell. Officially, you’re in the King’s pack” she said sympathetically.

Hades swept me into his arms and walked toward the grand obsidian temple. "It's time for your coronation." The River Lethe rushed on endlessly, and spider lilies blazed along its banks like fire. I closed my eyes, and for the first time, a truly free smile graced my lips. No matter how blinding the sun is, its light could never reach the darkness in men's hearts. But this endless Abyss had given me the purest salvation.

My wife, Anne Brighton, gives me a gray parrot. Every single day, it looks me in the eye and screeches, "Go to hell!" I send it to a parrot rehabilitation center, where they place it in a mirrored cage and play "I'm a good bird" on loop, three thousand times a day. Here's the thing—I've been reborn. In my past life, that parrot came into our home knowing only two phrases—"So ugly" and "Go to hell". At first, I believed it was merely mimicking what it had heard. But then my body began to fail. Sleep was the first to go. Every night, the same nightmare returned, and the same voice echoed through it, repeating those words over and over. "Go to hell." My appetite disappeared, and I wast