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The walls of the room shattered around me, flying towards the opposite direction. “Who the hell are you?” I snarled, terrified of the voice in my head. “I am Hela Morrígan! Goddess of death and rebirth. Your life was used to fulfill a prophecy, and we were reborn to bring about the great Armageddon,” she replied coldly, and goosebumps erupted across my skin. “I am a part of you as much as you are a part of me. Born from tears and fury, your willing heart would end the world so it would return healed of the differences that hunt your love.” She added.

Damn, he underestimated me! "You fight without your armor. So don't blame me if you get seriously injured later." He smiled as he took out a hell spear. A hell spear with a sharp tip with gold engraving on it, and a bell was wrapped around the hell spear. In hell mythology it is called the death knell. "Are you angry that I killed your sister?" I smirked while looking at him. "Are you angry that I disturbed your lover?" replied Midaz who didn't want to lose to me.

There I was once again in a dark room, listening to the fight going on outside. I cover my ears, willing myself to close it out. To be anywhere but here again. It had been a few years since I had been locked in my own mind. Everywhere I turned was a new memory, a new trauma. I remember as a child, everyone would talk about hell. How it’s a place bad people where sent. A place far away from earth, a place you could only be sent to by god. But as I grew, I came to learn, hell wasn’t a mythical place. Hell was right here, it lived among us. It lived right under our noses, it lived in the darkest places of the human mind. The places we wanted to pretend didn’t exist. Hell was man made.

Hell? I was the actual one who had crawled out from hell. The victims' families blocking my way saw me try to leave, and the crowd grew restless. A large man charged at me, shouting, "Give me back my son!" While the families were indeed pitiful, it did not mean they had the right to hurt me. "Ah!" There was a hoarse scream, and a police officer had already stepped in, throwing the man to the ground with a shoulder throw, pinning him down.

None really had looked surprised, which was odd with nothing else considered. “Yeah, we’re named The Hell Hounds. We got called ‘bitch’ long enough that we wanted to thumb our noses at them. Who’s meaner than a hound of hell? His momma.” Jaxon laughed, and when he finished, “Oh, I like that. You must have really fun training days.”

THE UPRISE OF HELL ; SUMMARY Continuation from the previous chapter. Next is the successor to Chaos And Apocalypse. "The Uprise Of Hell" Hell, in many religious traditions, the abode, generally beneath the earth, of the unredeemed dead or the spirits of the damned. In its archaic sense, the term hell refers to the underworld, a deep pit or far-off land of shadows where the lifeless are gathered. From the underworld come dreams, ghosts, and demons, and in its most horrible precincts sinners pay—some say eternally—the penalty for their crimes. The underworld is frequently imagined as a region of punishment as a substitute than merely of darkness and decomposition because of the extensive faith

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Her eyes never fluttered away from the dark forest. She wanted to know more, she wanted to explore, see, and touch the black soil which held secrets. But she could not. They say the devil himself resides within the dense never-ending woods of that forest. Men and Women were sacrificed for their evil deeds to the god of death over the board. Stripped of their humanity and taken to hell by the evil. She felt her body shiver, the sacrifice of a villager she once saw while young. She could not imagine the pain of the people.

Cassidy asked, looking around them at all of the tunnels leading off into darkness. “Yeah, that’s right,” Christian said. “There are thirty-seven of them. That one over there actually goes to hell, not a portal, but if you don’t believe me and wanna try it out for yourself, go ahead.” “Hell?” Scott asked for all of them. “Like… an actual pit of fire or--” “No, dumbass,” Christian said, finally finished with his last weapon, which he kept in his hand. “Hell is not a fiery pit any more than heavy is floaty clouds and little naked babies hopping around on rainbows. It’s just another dimension where everything sucks.”

I shouldn't disturb him, but I miss him very much. Sebastian's hands began to tremble. He remembered Winnie's greedy eyes and shallow calculations. Contrasting them with Nicola's forbearance and deep affection, he threw the diary on the floor, buried his head in his hands, and crouched down. He had lost his soulmate. Sebastian picked up his phone and dialed a number. It was a number he had obtained by using his last personal connections. The phone rang for a long time before finally being answered. "Don Quinn? You still have the nerve to call?" It was Ethan's voice, laced with sarcasm.