Hoarding In Hell Novels & Stories

“Can’t make it as a dancer, probably won’t get a job in whatever fucking career path you chose as a plan B. You’ll go back to living on your mommy’s couch and working twelve-hour shifts at a gas station until you rot of old age.” “No.” I’m shaking. Trembling with anger. How dare he talk to me like that? “No, I’m going to succeed. And your demons are going to drag you back to Hell where you belong.” He smiles. “If I belong in Hell, so do you.” He takes his drink and sips it, then extends his arm. I watch his hand, watch the glass. Watch it happen in slow motion, but I can’t fucking do anything as he tips it over my head.

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.

There was a writing below it, which I could not translate, but it seems Vincent and Cyrus understood it So I was a hellhound “And they have the ability to control hellfire just like Riley does, and they are always tormented with death” Hearing the last part, I felt a shiver run down my spine. I had always seen people die in my dream, and I had thought I was cursed but I was in fact a hellhound who sees death.

She told him. The Void. A lower level in the Nine Hells dedicated to the imprisonment of Humans, Fae, Werewolves, and the like. They layered the cavernous Hell with a cave system so deep that many would lose their way if not properly guided. The deeper down the caves go, the worser the prisoners are. Zalakai sped up as he followed the winding passages through the lower level. Rayleigh not too far behind him. The screeches of Scouts overhead caused Rayleigh to stay close to him. After the previous encounter with them, she knew not to stray too far from his safety.

Lexi gushed as she crouched down in front of the metal grill and stuck a few fingers through to scratch under the chin of one of the sinister looking hellhounds, "The big old meanie just doesn't appreciate your uniqueness, does he?" The hellhound's eyes seemed to glaze over as its eyelids lowered in an expression of what seemed to Allen, to look like ecstasy. He shuddered at the eerie turquoise light that seemed to penetrate the hounds eyelids with their unnatural light and glanced across in sympathy at the enormous direwolves that huddled together in the corner of the cage, eyeing the beasts and their clearly insane mistress with suspicion and a healthy dose of fear. "I sometimes wonder wha

She tumbled through the abyss, a kaleidoscope of nightmarish sights and sounds swirling around her. In an instant, she found herself in the heart of Hell. The landscape was a desolate, barren wasteland, devoid of life and hope. The skies were ablaze with crimson and sulfur, casting an eerie, oppressive glow over the nightmarish terrain. Jagged rocks and twisted, gnarled trees stretched into the distance, shrouded in an eternal gloom.

No, it was something much more worst, something that the one and only Lilith fox would never have imagine that she would ever for once get to experience. Torture with my red bloody liquid already dried on my head, at last if this was not the real definition of hell fire, nothing was, but still the voices didn't stop, but instead the more it kept on echoing was the more and more I drowned deeper. Oh God, deeper much more than ever before, much more deeper than I could ever have imagine. "Just take a look at yourself, you are a one big pile of shitty MESS!" "Do you really think that anyone would ever want to be with you?"

Lottie POV I stood amidst the swirling darkness of the demonic realm, the air thick with the stench of sulphur and despair. Before me loomed Astaroth, his eyes drifting over his land to a gothic cathedral, its red marble structure, a stark contrast against the blackened sky. Lightning crackled ominously, casting eerie shadows that danced across the barren landscape. This was Hell. My heart pounded in my chest as I realised Chase had followed me through the portal. Anger flared within me, mixing with a deep sense of concern for his safety. Why did he have to be so reckless?

Picking his lens from where it was very well kept for him, I returned it to his eyes to let him see exactly where he was. Just then, Mr Walker shrieked at the sight before him. Iron bars stretched unforgivably from ceiling to floor, closing in from all sides and casting long, cage-like shadows across the floor as if designed to crush both bones and will. It looked nothing less than a cage. It was indeed a place to instill fear in the human mind. "What...what is this place Mr Vitmoz, where am I? What do you want to do to me?" Mr Walker's panicking voice rang out.

But he refused to believe it no matter how many times she told him or pointed it out. There was… stuff as far as the eye could see. Nails in baby-food jars, loops of rope, screws, hammers, sand-paper. There was a crab bushel full of electrical wire and it appeared to be severed at both ends. Both. Ends. What the fuck was that for? “This is not clean,” I whispered. “This is an episode of one of those shows about those deadbeat murderous people who hoard,” I growled.