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“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

Images flickered in her mind— Heaven enforcing rigid order. Hell anchoring rebellion. Oversight balancing probability like a machine. Endless cycles. Endless war. You are adaptable, the presence repeated. You break structures. “You don’t know me.” I know pattern. The filament pulsed faintly. You evolved. The word struck her. Evolved. Heaven had never used that word. Hell rarely did. Oversight calculated it. But this thing— It believed it. Outside — Fracture Rising

What is left is a burnt surface at the bottom, all wrapped up in smoke and foul smell. HelI, being a place where the damned arc deprived of the sight of God of Light is a place of sorrowful darkness. The land of the dead is also recalled “where the light is as darkness.” Hell is a place far removed from the light of Heaven, and the difference between the two places is clearly suggested. The greatest punishment is to be deprived of the beatific vision, and to be immersed in eternal despair.

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

Is a good demon even a thing? Heaven by Kane Brown came on next and I decided to give country music a try at distracting me. I had asked Damien all these questions about the afterlife and Heaven, but I hadn’t asked him about Hell or anything about him, really, and it must have upset him a little. I was being greedy and selfish, and I sighed with guilt as I listened to the song. Maybe Damien could be my Heaven in Hell? The song is about Heaven on Earth, is Heaven in Hell even a thing?

While licking the ice cream he picked the call " Hello! yes, mom, What happened? wait there is distortion in the call, I'll call you back. Grace was facing weak signals. She came out of the car to call her mother. Sarah was looking at the window screen, enjoying her ice cream. Grace was standing quite a distance under a tree. "Hello my beauty" someone said at the window so closely that her breath was making steam at the window. Sarah jumped in peril. she dropped some ice cream on her dress. At the window, there was a beautiful woman, face full of makeup, bright glittery eyes. dark red lipstick, blond hair tightened to form a messy bun and a fancy dress. she was not a woman neither a man, On