Path To Hell Novels & Stories

Damon I am known as Damon Reed, The Prince Of Hell, and I've been at this for three hundred years. Every year it's the same. My father sends me all over Earth from November 26th to December 25th. He does this because The Moiari (The Fates) foretold this. They did the same for the angels, but their window is during Lent. As above so below, truly does apply here. My father's brother rules Heaven and he too has a son. We are both destined to find our queens, but that's where the similarities between us end. If our queens were in Heaven or Hell, we would have already found them. So they must be on Earth because Earth is where those not fully born of this realm end up or those that simply refuse

Not the terrifying intensity underneath every joke that made my chest tighten whenever he got too quiet. But acknowledging it would mean acknowledging myself too. And I wasn't ready for that. So instead, I grabbed another tray of drinks and pretended my life wasn't slowly turning into a terrible decision wrapped in tension and stolen midnight fucks with a much younger man. "Lilith." I froze slightly. Oh fuck.

He didn't believe this to be true, but it didn't cease the fear that bubbled in his chest. The path from Heaven to Hell was simple to cross despite its very gloomy and arid atmosphere. The split between the apposing realms was short, but noticeable. Dark skies of onyx stretched to every horizon. Some called it the Void, others believed it was impossible to cross despite its small size. Ashton new well from Matt's teachings that it was merely a safety net to keep out unwanted visitors. Only a few small plants sprouted out of the cracked dirt below his feet, small rocks crumbling at every step. Hell's gates were similar in structure to the ones he had always known, only gold instead of silver

Shit. My brother once told me Hell was a really beautiful place, but I never quite believed him. How could a place where demons and wolves live be beautiful? Until this second, when I’m staring at all of Hell right in front of me, I never once imagined it was like this. A giant tree has grown from below the city, and its entangled roots stretch everywhere they can. I remember the tree being called the Tree of Ignis.

The Divine Martial Sect members were shocked! "Throw Caspian into the Hell Passage... This kind of punishment may appear to be light and heavy, but it is actually even crueler than killing Caspian!" "That's right! The Hell Passage is not a good place. Once you enter it completely, you will fall into hell, which will be stained with the Hell Qi!"

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After any creature died, they would enter the Hell Path. This was the karma that had been inflicted on them before their deaths. If someone were to do evil deeds when they were alive, they would be directly sent to hell after death. Especially those who were extremely vicious and evil, they would be sent to the eighteenth level of hell to be tortured. The Hell Path was extremely magnificent, but it could also be divided into four categories, including the Eight Hells, the Hell of Wanderers, the Coldest Hell, and the Lonely Hell.

Some part of the hedge seemed to close in over the top, making the passageway dark and cold, and it was always a relief to walk back into the warm and sunny part of the path. As Millie got to the first turning, she wondered if she should go on. Almost immediately there were turns left and right; she looked further on, there was no point going right from here the hedge went about ten feet and then stopped in a dead-end, and there was a pretty statue of a nude on a plinth in the centre of its curve. Gabriel scratched his head with one of his drumsticks; they were sitting in the control room of their woodland studio. "A party, here?"