Path To Hell Novels & Stories

"Breathe, Damien…Breathe…You can do this." With one click, the door slowly opens. There is a bright light that blinds me but for a moment. No, I am not in heaven. I have entered when these humans have their day. Now let me paint you the picture. This is not a gate that leads into a rose garden. It is not the type of gate that leads into a park. This gate, well, it has landed me in a pile of filth and mud. Somewhere on the outskirts of this city, the gate that leads you to hell is found on the edge of an old abandoned graveyard.

Her cut and bruised hand tightened on the pen again and ploughed into the paper Dearest mortal you have become blind…blind to the fight that is constant around us, that creeps in the night while you sleep, that watches your every move…just so that when you trip and fall…your soul is on the line…easy for the taking. Don’t fall for his tricks… he fights over your soul dear human that Devil seeks to lure people away from God, his doing a mighty fine job. And you’re letting it happen. Have you ever wondered how some mere humans are so poor and unheard of, then extremely rich in a matter of seconds? This person has obviously offered his or her soul in exchange for diabolical favours. Of cours

I asked him, and he just rolled his eyes. It is something like: “…without a hand of its rightful master, only by sacrifice paid by the blood of the three worlds thou shall enter the vestibule of the gates to the final circles to hell…the place where broken souls are reforged into darkness, eternal damnation and hopelessness to beg for mercy and redemption…” he said and looked at me.

"Alright." She held the phone with one hand and Herry's hand with the other, slowly feeling her way forward. "Yes, there's nothing here, but it looks like there's a fork in the road up ahead..." "Take the left path," Mr. Satan said decisively. "Alright," Emily proceeded slowly and indeed saw a faint light ahead. "How did you know to go left?" Mr. Satan explained to her, "The haunted house has limited space and is filled with many rooms, so the path through each room must be in a spiral or S-shape. The last path is located in the right, so this time it's the left."

Disgusted and ready to turn around, I watch her climb the boxes in front of the dirty dumpster and swing her leg over the side. The entrance to Black Lagoon is a fucking dumspter. With no other choice, we follow. We follow down the tunnel that gets darker in more ways than one. It’s everything I expected it to be. Crammed with desperate bodies, filthy demons and lack of virtue. This is a version of hell right here on Earth.

“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.

Because nothing says you're entering womanhood like a pair of sparkly rocks to put in your ears. The walk to the pawn shop was nothing, well if you count six blocks in one direction only to learn that you took a wrong turn and proceeded to head in the opposite direction, nothing. What's a little exercise for a spoiled former mafia princess who is used to being chauffeured around her whole life. My legs burn as the pawn shop sign blinks over my head.

They then returned as spirits, that very day after saying goodbye to their little schools to look for their parents to go and live with them eternally. This location was among the most dangerous interstate roads and tunnels between the states of the so-called routes of Deaths in Hells of Demons from Devil´s Burrows that had a connection between seven states, which ran through those mountains, which passed between the highways and the routes between the mountains, called the Dead Man route between the roads and the steep curves between the suspension bridges until you travel a twisting path of the mountains, called Zombies Lands

Upon hearing this, Rhea looked spooked. "Aren't you… angry?" "I'm mad, but what good does that do? I can't just kill you both because of one drunken mistake. Besides, given my current state of health, I'd better not get worked up. Anger will only speed up my demise," I said, grabbing Rhea's hand with a pleading expression. "I love him, even though I know he made a mistake. But I don't have much time left. I hope you can wait a little longer. You're still young. After I'm gone, you can be together and have his child. Alright?"