Under Heaven Over Hell Novels & Stories

Whatever came next – whatever gods or monsters rose from the ruins – they would never take them from me. I would protect us — with all the fury of HELL!

One of which was probably that prophetic dream. Even though he was a businessman, he was still a painter — a creative — deep inside. He had a good imagination. There were a lot of places that one’s imagination could take you to. Things like prophetic dreams, myths, déja vú, gut instincts, and even miracles… Such mysterious things happened in the world. Usually it would be considered foolish to believe in such concepts, but as long as it didn’t harm anybody, there wasn’t anything bad about it. It was why he agreed to take Allison here in the first place. He had wanted to go on an overseas trip with her, somewhere far and luxurious, like famous beaches and vacation resorts where they could rel

I never would have guessed that I'd be here, alongside the rulers of Hell,' I thought, amused. I tilted my head as the scenery sunk in. It was astounding how different Heaven and Hell were. Heaven was filled with lush green lands and beautiful trees, a few clear lakes and even a sandy beach. Hell was mostly a barren desert landscape, tinted red from the hellish red sun. There were hardly any trees, and what trees there were had barely any leaves. Off in the distance, by the bare tree line was a reddish lake with strange flowered plants along its waterline. Not only were the landscapes vastly different, but the way things were governed were contrasting as well. Heaven was governed by one figu

"No, this isn't heaven." The fog thickened, curling around my legs. The air was thick — heavy enough that even my breath sounded distant. "Maybe…" I said quietly, "maybe this is hell." But hell, according to every frightened priest I'd ever met, was fire and lava and torment — endless screams echoing through caverns of flame. There was none of that here. No heat, no screams. Just a strange, haunting stillness. I exhaled sharply. "Too beautiful for hell," I said under my breath. "And too ugly for heaven."

How the hell she hasn't gotten herself fired baffles me. Her big eyes staring intently at me, hoping I would answer. All I did was stare at her soft looking lips. They were inviting and tempting. Since I got locked up in this hell hole, I haven't been sexually active, not that I wanted to be but Sky, she's awakened that monster and it's not going back in anytime, well at least not until it gets what it wants.

My headache only increases by seconds. You will rout in the héll for lying to your family. My subconscious mind said, angry with me. ‘Great! I don't wish for heaven at all.’ I retorted back. ‘Hell is perfect for me instead of heaven, there might be too many good people and I'm allergic to them.’ ‘I will go to hell and watch them being torture and all, because i like to watch stupid humans getting torture.’ You will regret messing with me. I will be your ruination. My subconscious said. I scoffed and got up, going towards the washroom.

There I was once again in a dark room, listening to the fight going on outside. I cover my ears, willing myself to close it out. To be anywhere but here again. It had been a few years since I had been locked in my own mind. Everywhere I turned was a new memory, a new trauma. I remember as a child, everyone would talk about hell. How it’s a place bad people where sent. A place far away from earth, a place you could only be sent to by god. But as I grew, I came to learn, hell wasn’t a mythical place. Hell was right here, it lived among us. It lived right under our noses, it lived in the darkest places of the human mind. The places we wanted to pretend didn’t exist. Hell was man made.

At Heaven Far above, Zadkiel, accompanied by Wrath and his lover Jophiel, arrived amidst the devastation of Heaven itself. The once-pristine spires and radiant gardens were scorched, broken, and trembling under the assault of fallen angels. The celestial light that usually bathed the realm was dimmed by smoke, void, and chaos, and the sound of clashing divine power echoed across the clouds.

It felt like she had been in this position before, which made it even worse because she could not contain the pain in her heart. As tears escaped her eyes, Nevea whispered, "I love you." Zach pulled her back to see her face, which had been covered in tears. "I never know you are a crybaby." "That's not the answer I am expecting." "What? Do you want me to say it back?" He asked playfully, making Nevea hit his chest. "I love you. You are my heaven, Nevea. As a demon and evil being, The closest I can feel peace and the beautifulness of heaven is when you are with me. You let me get the sweet taste of heaven." He wiped her tears. "And I only bring hell with me."

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