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The Gates of Hell in Caspian's memory was a rusty steel gate, covered with shocking blood. Countless vengeful spirits turned into Monsoons from the depths of hell. They kept crying and howling, with the Gates of Hell as the center. In the gate of hell, the yellow-green light was the dividing line between the two worlds. But at this moment, the gate of hell that appeared in front of Caspian still had rust, but it gave people the feeling of being abandoned. The originally glaring scarlet blood on it had now become dark and mottled, giving people an incomparably strong visual impact.

We needed to find a way out of here. " Do you know, in legend, it is said to be seven gates to hell?" Ana said, while drawing her symbols. I kept quiet. I had nothing to say to her. The heat I was feeling inside me was making my body hurt, and I was trying to make it stop. She continued. " The truth is, there are only three. Humans have only really discovered two gates. The third one lies here. Right in the middle of their beloved London," she said. So that's where we are. I shouldn't be too far from home then, I thought to myself.

“Tomorrow, you will enter the gates of hell.” I froze. “What gates of hell?” He looked at me, his smile fading completely, leaving only cold darkness in his eyes. “Your way to suffer.” My heart sank. I didn’t know what awaited me, but I knew one thing for certain—it would be far worse than anything I had imagined. I had married the Devil himself. Now, whether I lived or died, I had only one goal: I must survive his ninety-nine ways of punishment. The next morning, Demi drove me to a massive, towering penthouse. As we arrived, the gates opened and guards lined up, bowing their heads in fear and respect.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

My mother's corpse touched the map with one cold finger. The next trouble arrived with dirt under its nails. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The black rain pressed against every window while a temple bell marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones. "When the gods withdrew, Below-Prayer rose from everything they refused to hear. We could not destroy it. So I designed containment."

I whispered and kept the heaviness flow out of me in the form of my tears. I don't deserve them. I don't...!! ******* Hlw hlw....!! Hope you all are fine and doing great. Thank you so much to all of you who did review In His Hell. I was really very happy to see that...🙏❤ Again plzz do share your thoughts about the cahppy. And plzz do share your reviews for In His Hell On GoodNovel with stars in the Intro part of the book. Next update will be tomorrow.

Nadir slowly slumped down on the couch and hid her face in hands, her anger suddenly disappeared somewhere, and wings curled and vanished. - Impossible... You are lying, it is not true, it is impossible...- Samael gasped. - And yet it is true, you saw it with your own eyes. Nadir is kind of like a princess of Hell.- Lilith replied, then turned to her.- Look, you can rule Hell along with your father. What do you think about it?- she suggested. - So that's why you were seeing Lucifer all the time...- Samael said accusingly, but Lilith scolded him with a glare.

Evelyn noticed first. "What is it?" The Guardian slowly pointed toward a faded symbol. A mark nearly erased by time. Althea leaned closer. The symbol resembled a circle surrounded by seven smaller circles. Nothing remarkable. At least initially. The Guardian's face had gone pale. "The Seven Gates." Silence. Nobody moved. Then Evelyn whispered: "No." The Guardian nodded. "Yes." Varis frowned. "I don't understand." The Guardian looked up. His expression grim. "The First Path was never one doorway."

The dull noises of children playing, constantly breaking his attention away from the shiny new book nestled between his fingers like a delicate treasure. It itched at his nerves, causing his lips to pull down as he tried harder to read the words splayed out in front of him. Every time he tried another loud noise would jar him out of the world of fantasy. It annoyed him, and as he finally gave up on the thirteenth chapter—having spent all night reading the first few—the pristine cover closed with a thud. Absently, Damon ran his finger over the edge. “I’m pretty sure I hate you.” His finger twitches.