Hells Gate Avatar Novels & Stories

Just said I was a crazy bastard, and now I'm prostrating myself. Cia's hand stretched out to the side where the door was, she didn't close it but pressed her five hands on the palm print on the side of the gate. As it lasted, hundreds of flames resembling people's bodies flocked out. It no longer resembled, but it was indeed a person or creature roasted in the fires of hell. This is Hades' hellish gate, but Cia has access to it. "Suck up all those who sin!" Cia's order at the gates of hell.

A sudden, sharp tinnitus rings in my ears, drowning out the roar of the lava below. "Leo! Mommy’s here! Breathe with me, baby!" I scream into the link, my voice fracturing. I stop fighting Kael’s grip. I can’t. If he’s the only anchor we have, then I’ll let him burn me. We are standing on the edge of the First Gate—a jagged, obsidian rift that stretches across the caldera like a hungry mouth. There is no bridge. There is only a narrow, glowing path of solidified ash that responds to the resonance of the Prime bloodline.

Ava's eyes widened as she took in the sight, and I could sense her trepidation. "This is it," Silver said, her voice low and mysterious. "The gate to Exile. Are you prepared, Ava?" Ava nodded, her face set in determination. But I could see the fear lurking in her eyes, and I knew that she was unsure of what lay ahead. Silver reached out and placed a hand on the gate. It creaked open, revealing a dark and foreboding passageway. "Then let us enter," she said. And with that, she stepped through the gate, beckoning us to follow.

- Nia. "Great, lethal morning breath." I had to think. I couldn’t look at it, couldn't startle it. I sat motionless, thinking. A sliver of my shadows reached out and searched, finding it had no soul. Perhaps that was the key. A thread of spirit went forth into the creature and it convulsed. My shadows went forth now, and together, both strangled the creature to death. My shadows were sure to keep its mouth shut and eyes covered. I just sat and waited. After a few seconds, it dropped dead. "Easy." Hades himself stood on the other side of the gate as it opened. I stood and bowed. He bowed in return. "You have earned my highest respect, Hell Goddess. You are the first to make it through my gate

As she brought me back to the present, my eyes returned to normal, and she gave me a knowing smile. "How can I, a mortal, be your avatar, Goddess Visha," I sincerely inquired. "Would that not mean I was some kind of incarnation of you? I am human, an often clumsy one, and you are a Goddess." Hecate giggled darkly before sarcastically adding to the conversation that, technically, I am a dead mortal now. The statement caused me and the Goddesses to laugh. "An avatar is a loose term. For celestials, we are not bound to a strict or literal set of guardrails as many humans are taught.

"Strength is not found in the soul, but in the truth. Do you wish to know why the Silver Line was truly exiled? Why the First Mother cast her children into the mud of Silver Creek?" Killian tightened his grip on my hand. I felt the weight of a thousand years of mystery pressing down on us. "Tell us," I said. The Avatar raised its hand, and the holographic scrolls began to spin, merging into a single, terrifying image. It wasn't a map of the galaxy, but a map of a different reality.

“And I won’t be a funnel. I will be a threshold.” The word landed like a drawn line. Thresholds invite crossing. “They also decide how,” I replied. Silence stretched, vast and measuring. Then something changed. The pressure became… shaped. A figure resolved at the ward’s boundary, not a body exactly, but a suggestion of one. Tall. Genderless. Wreathed in motion that looked like time slowing itself. Azrael stiffened. “An Avatar,” he said quietly. “Careful.” The avatar inclined its head, not to me, but to the land.

Maya asked, touching the cold, stony surface of Avery’s hand. "I am the 'Earth-Standard', Maya," Avery replied, her voice sounding like the "Grinding of Tectonic-Plates." "And the 'Auditors' are about to find out that the 'Floor' is 'Moving'." But as the "Hammer" retreated, the High-Gate didn't "Close." It "Inverted." A new "Signature" emerged—one that wasn't "Geometric" or "Organic." It was a "Human-Mirror." Avery was looking at "Herself" on the other side of the gate, but she was wearing the "Origin-Auditor-Crown."

"There is only the Debt." The return to the Citadel was not a race; it was a funeral procession. Wherever the steam-sleds traveled, a wake of grey rot followed in Audrey’s path. The "Perfect" forest died as she passed, the sapphire glass shattering into dust. The Avatar was waiting at the gates of the Citadel. She had grown to thirty feet tall, her limbs now massive crystalline boughs. She looked at Audrey and screamed—a sound of pure, celestial static. "YOU BRING THE VOID INTO THE GARDEN!" the Avatar roared.

She raised her face to him, groping his cheek, whispering lovingly to him: “Please, go to him, there is no one who will be able to help him as much as you can, he suffers deeply, and is incapable of expressing his feelings in any way, it is eroding him from the inside, causing him to crack. ' I'll go to him, don't worry, come in and show me, and I promise I won't come back without him, all right?' » She smiled in the midst of her tears, nodding at him: “Well, thank you, you will find him at the waterfalls without a doubt. » And I released him, entering the house, which I longed for with all the feelings I had, I entered it, smelling deeply, inspecting the rooms, touching their contents, putt