Under Heaven Over 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

I needed to get this rage building inside of me out of my chest. Quickly, I headed out of the underground floor with Melvin tagging along behind. ~~~ I tore through the forest furs, even as the throbbing force of its claws slammed into my skin, I ignored it aiming at the next target, and with one swift move, another was dead.

So safe and so friendly. Dr. Kole? Sky blinks his eyes twice, thrice, again and again, but he is seeing the same person. Dr. Kole is the exact replica of Kai. What is this again? Is heaven so angry with him that they twist his fate and made the person he first asks for help looks the same as his husband? Is his suffering not enough? Are five years not enough for gods to pity him? to at least let him have just a little glimmer of hope?

Hell was home to thousands of demons; tens of thousands. A cauldron of sin, the realms were stacked one upon the other, each darker and more sinister than the one above. It was everything humans feared and more. Oppressive and dirty, the halls twisted in an eternity of circles, trapping souls in an endless search for light. There was no time to mark, and no end to crave. And there was the screaming. So much screaming. The primal sound of a soul in agony was something humans would never comprehend. If they knew what awaited them in hell they would wish for eternal nothingness. The fear of losing themselves in death was insignificant to the horror of eternity spent down below.

Her eyes never fluttered away from the dark forest. She wanted to know more, she wanted to explore, see, and touch the black soil which held secrets. But she could not. They say the devil himself resides within the dense never-ending woods of that forest. Men and Women were sacrificed for their evil deeds to the god of death over the board. Stripped of their humanity and taken to hell by the evil. She felt her body shiver, the sacrifice of a villager she once saw while young. She could not imagine the pain of the people.

“Yes, I am an Angel. I am your Angel, for right now that is.” “So everything….” “Yes, Abigail everything Daniel told you was true. You are the soul that determines whether or not the war starts.” “The war? Wait you mean ‘The War’,” Abigail gasped. “Yes, the war between Heaven and Hell. Heaven has its mother, you are Hell’s mother, and all of Hell is going to be chasing you.” “What? Hell’s mother? How can I be Hell’s mother? I didn't give birth to Hell.”

Chapter 183 Max If hell was a day it would have been what happened yesterday. There are different stages of hell, and it doesn't matter what stage of hell you are in or going through , the levels come with a different challenges . All good things come on threes and so do all bad things too . Hell ; purgatory and Paradise. I didn't study Dante at school but I'm pretty sure inferno doesn't last forever , the space inbetween purgatory and Paradise is always a working progress.

Disgusted by my act, my forehead falls forward to lean against the door. So close, but worlds apart. I'm in a living hell. I need a woman who is in a relationship with another man. I just blew myself up by thinking of her, yeah, I never thought I would go to heaven but now I am sure I am getting stuck in the worst of the worst hells. Maybe I will face it in this world too

She tumbled through the abyss, a kaleidoscope of nightmarish sights and sounds swirling around her. In an instant, she found herself in the heart of Hell. The landscape was a desolate, barren wasteland, devoid of life and hope. The skies were ablaze with crimson and sulfur, casting an eerie, oppressive glow over the nightmarish terrain. Jagged rocks and twisted, gnarled trees stretched into the distance, shrouded in an eternal gloom.

“If he does, I’ll come visit you.” I smile. “You will?” The way the four realms worked was like the stack of a ham and cheese sandwich. The top piece of bread was Heaven, the slice of cheese was The Mortal Realm, the slice of ham was The Underworld, and then the last piece of bread was Hell. Only celestials and the souls pure of sin could enter Heaven. The Mortal Realm was a free for all, however, the celestials would not allow supernaturals and demons to threaten humanity into extinction and they would step in when necessary. The Underworld was the haven for all demons and supernaturals who didn’t want to live in The Mortal Realm. And then there was Hell, where most high ranked demons lived