Novel & Cerita Seven Gates Of Hell Book

I slipped behind a broken section of wall, pressing myself flat against the stone. The footsteps passed. Two guards. Running. Running. That never happens. Guards don’t run. Not here. Not unless something is very wrong. I waited. Counted slowly in my head. Then I stepped out again. But this time… I didn’t go deeper. I turned back. Because something told me— Whatever was happening tonight… I wasn’t ready for it. Thorne POV The first wolf came from the left. Fast. Silent. Wrong move. I twisted just as it lunged, my claws tearing through its throat mid-air. Blood sprayed across my chest as its body crashed beside me.

My ghost trembled on the verge of unraveling. I was dead. I'd been sold to the brothel, tortured beyond measure, devoured by dogs until nothing was left of me. And all of it—every last shred of suffering, every ounce of guilt I'd carried for "killing" my brother—had been one colossal, sick joke. A tidal wave of absurdity and bitter rage crashed over me. My spirit screamed in silence, howling, splintering apart. But when the crying was over, all that remained was a hollow, unfamiliar calm.

“First of all, I can assure you that your God has nothing to with this. If all, He is completely powerless in this situation. And that thing, that very thing that killed your men, my friend, is called a Sin. One of The Seven Deadly Sins, to be more specific,” I thoroughly explained, trying my best to compose myself. “One of The Seven Deadly Sins has made its home inside her soul. And as to how did it end up in there, I think I might have a clue...” I then absently added as I momentarily lost myself in the memory, faintly reminiscing that fated day, when that foolish mother of hers decided to follow me to The Underworld -even though strongly advised against it- and seduce her way straight to

Hell shook beneath them, the scorched earth trembling to the fury of the unsealed Gate. Fire hissed from cracks in the canyon, molten veins snaking across the ground as though Hell itself recoiled at the surge of Void and Chaos. Lucifer's wings spread wider, a majestic color of black and blood red highlights, feathers dripped molten shadows that hissed on the floor. Allistair's Chaos shimmered across his skin in luminous arcs, feeding into Lucifer's power as they stepped through the opened Gate.

“Light or dark doesn’t matter. It’s just levels of nasty when we wash the laundry and take out the trash.” That was something odd to say in Ian’s estimation. He knew they’d be euphemisms, but for what he wasn’t sure. Looking at the now open book. There're scribbled notes covering the pages' empty spaces as they fought for room with the diagrams and symbols. The splotches must be ink or blood. The paper was yellowed, and the ink faded. Ian knew nothing about books. To him, it looked old and ready to fall apart. “But do we have what we need to kill them? Or can we kill them?”

I yell that no other archangel could bear his lot or had the strength to sacrifice himself to the pit. He puts his gore-covered hands over my lips to silence me. And I see in his eyes that he loves every one of the wretched prisoners. He takes the keys of hell from his neck and gives them to me. “Lock them in,” he tells me. He dares me to lock him in too and stands inside the seventh gate, arms folded across his chest. I throw the keys into the blood, crush them into the ground. For a moment, his face is raw, but the hardness sets in again. He laughs harshly and slithers out, slamming the gates with his tail. He grabs my forearm and takes me above, away from the tormented screams.

I straightened up and dusted the dirt from my knees. From far away, I could just make out the kindergarten bell ringing, calling the children in for class. They were waiting for me to read them a new picture book. The sunlight here was still gentle, and the sea was still calm. All the hatred and pain rose and fell with the tide, slowly sinking to the bottom of the ocean. I turned and walked down the steps of the cemetery, one careful step at a time, without looking back. For the rest of my life, I would live well, for my sake and for my mother's. All the wrongs and all the hurt would drift away on this seaside breeze, little by little.

Rook frowned. "Drawn too?" Lazarus asked. "She went into some kind of trance and ended up in front of that gate, reaching out to touch it. Sin Stopped her from trying to open it." Rook shared. “Do you know what’s in there?” I asked him. “Nothing different from the other gates aside from what sin they harvest their. I can talk to the villages and see what I can find out.” The gates led to different areas and villages in hell, each village helped to harvest the sins and guard the gates. The only other way to get there was to cross open fields, which brought the danger of being eaten by dragons.

Currently, these two were on shift, responsible for the life and death cycles of all Nine Heavens. "Let me see what they're called." Goyard gestured, and an ancient black and white book appeared from the void. The cover read 'Book of Life and Death'. He extended his long fingernails and gently turned the pages. Though he did not actually touch them, the pages stopped automatically, displaying Chase's and the others' portraits and related information. Name: Chase Collins Ancestry: The First Heaven Race: Human Current Reincarnation Birthplace: Ninth Heaven, Earth

I am about to close my eyes, when Daniel opens the door, popping his head in. "We have made it to the city gates, your highness, we will have to travel on foot from here on out,” Daniel tells me. "All right," I reply, pulling the hood of the cloak over my head I step out into the early morning light. The gate leading into the city is tall and fierce, the thick iron standing firmly in place. The stone wall on either side of the gate stands protectively around the borders of the castle. There are guards dressed in red and gold planted in front of the gate, faces pointed forward standing completely still. Daniel and I make our way to them.