Path To Hell の小説・ストーリー

“Guiding you through these eighty-one gates and witnessing the myriad wonders here is already your fortune.” Yehria slowly raised her head, fear evident on her face as she nodded quickly. “Thank you for your grace. I will spare no effort!” “Very well!” Waitara Path’s soul spirit grinned. “Regardless of whether James or Xanthakos wins outside, they will enter. However, this path is inevitable for them.” Yehria looked puzzled. “You mean...” “You will transform into me,” Waitara Path’s soul spirit said with undeniable certainty. “Guide them to a clear path, preferably leading them into Dread District or the Origin of Evils. Let them enjoy that realm of black and white purgatory.”

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.

Marcello stood before the vast, dark windows of his chambers, gazing out over the hellish expanse that stretched out below. The Hell Pit was a place of power, a fortress built on fear and bloodshed, and he had made it his kingdom. The stench of sulfur, blood, and iron hung in the air like an oppressive fog, but to Marcello, it was home. It was his dominion, a realm of suffering and control.

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.

"I'll let you out when you stop having evil thoughts, Yvonne Linnus!" Then, he turned and left, closing the only door to the basement without hesitation. Darkness enveloped me. In pain and despair, I closed my eyes. I didn't actually know how I died. The last thing I remembered was the dark basement; ever since then, my consciousness had been hazy. I thought that my life had ended at 18. I didn't know that souls could still linger after death. Aunt Caroline fell silent when she saw the obvious anger on Dad's face.

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

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.”

It drizzled in the early morning. I put on a black dress and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the grey sky outside. "Donna Quinn, the car is ready." George stood at the door, followed by two Soldati. I nodded, took an umbrella, and walked out of the manor. The two Soldati sent by Sebastian flanked me. The car stopped at the entrance of the cemetery in the western suburbs. I walked up to my parents' tombstones and slowly knelt down.

the person who could show me heaven invited me with his open arms. "Come here or you will regret it for your life" the person who is showing me the hell, warned me. I looked between both of them getting confused whom should I choose? If I chose heaven then my family's life would be at stake and if I chose hell then I would become a walking dead body. I am stuck 'Between Hell and Heaven'