Say Anything Walk Through Hell Novels & Stories

Atlas Pov " For centuries I have been stuck in this desolate realm. Forced to deal with the dead souls and demons that wander here. Trapped here by my lessers. I will walk free soon, and when I do, these realms you all over so much will never find peace. Everyone and everything you hold dear will burn. Anyone of you that stand in my way, will also burn" he stated, looking at each of us, as if it was the most normal thing to say ever.

"What the hell—" ***

",He said in his guilt voice. ************************************** How is it?

Standing up, I left my feelings behind. "I want Sierra dead," I ordered, "whatever it takes."

Melvin dusted his hands on his pants, smiling at his efforts in fixing the flickering light in the room before moving aside to speculate on the scene. “I know you‘re listening to me right now. Please talk to me, Mr Vitmoz.” He pleaded, struggling with his hands and feet tied. I began circling him, the sound of my shoes making it known to him that I commanded the world around me. “Getting drenched by your own fear after running away from your home, Mr Walker?” I finally spoke.

The energy of creation, a soft hum against the void's predatory purr. "And Damon," Ava continued, her gaze fixed on me. "We need you to try to focus. Imagine your hellfire, that raw, primal energy, forming a shield. A distortion. Anything to confuse their senses." I closed my eyes, trying to conjure the familiar heat, the righteous fury of my hellfire. But the well felt dry, drained by the hungry void. It was like trying to grasp smoke. My essence, usually a roaring inferno, now felt like a flickering ember, struggling against a relentless, chilling wind.

He roared, “Lock this piece of trash in the dungeon” OMG!!. My life is literally a living hell right now….

Whatever happens next, we will not save each other, but walk through hell hand in hand, and laugh as we are welcomed by the devil himself. If we are going to hell, then we will dance in the flames of our sins.

The Crossbearer. Fuck.