Under Heaven Over Hell Novels & Stories

"But you, and Kali… But Kali is helpful, kinda, and you're a bitch." "I'm lazy and bitchy, she's just bitchy. Abby, let's go to Purgatory and scare some mortals." Kali took her sister's hand and ran off. Len looked to Nyxie. "You know they're sisters?" "Yeah, Heaven has an array of classes that cover many topics. Including government here in Hell. Heaven isn't as conceited as some think. Kali believed that people need to know about more than just where they live, learn about the realms we co-reside with."

There will be an endless battle between two powerful realms while the pile of corpses continues to cover the ground. Hell will rise on the surface of the earth while heaven falls on the ground. Two supernatural beings are destined to meet and fated to fall in love. Their union will be blessed with a miracle child. The child can either bring light or darkness on the earth and in the two realms namely heaven and hell. That child can either bring or restore life and can cause chaos or destruction that leads to the deaths of millions of lives.

I sat back in my chair. Now I was interested. Monroe's and the Cashmere Crown were constantly competing for audiences. A major new production would be a huge deal. "What's the concept?" Beth practically bounced in her seat. "Heaven and Hell." I blinked. "What?" "Heaven and Hell." She spread her hands dramatically. "Angels. Demons. Temptation. Redemption. Good versus evil." I couldn't help smiling. That actually sounded interesting. Beth grinned when she saw my reaction. "See? That's exactly what I said."

she damned as she walked out of the house. Carina called after her but she paid deaf ears to her. "To hell with this house if possible." she said underneath her breath as she drove out of the house.

“What’s going on Legion?” “There is a problem downstairs.” “What?” “The Burning Devils President Pyro is down there looking for you Angel.” They both looked to me, but what the hell should I tell them.

I look around at the voidless darkness that is filled with the hot fires of hell. It is quiet but if you pay attention you will almost be able to here the screams and cries of agony. This is home. Home is a desert that look like nothing to the eye but it is all a glamour, when the council of heaven take their place in their home... No damned, tortured or demon will be heard.

Keeping her from slipping into the quiet he had shown her before. “You don’t have to,” he said. Her heart slammed painfully against her ribs. “You said there was a cost.” “Yes.” She swallowed thickly. “Say it again.” A pause. Then, closer still, his voice lowered—not in secrecy, but in intimacy. “You will not belong to heaven,” Malachor said. “You will not be reclaimed by a god who mistook your endurance for obedience. You will stand where I stand—between endings. You will see what others refuse to look at. You will carry what is cast away.”

They were a couple made in hell, black and black… uniting forces to destroy who wronged them once. The world once two cheaters burnt down was being reborn that night. The world once two cheaters destroyed was never as destroyed as they thought. Maybe, what they never knew was that from the mere ashes, from the mere destruction, from the mere ruins, the most powerful people emerged. Maybe Lucian was right, just those who were destined to be black were the same ones who were whiter than anyone and anything one day The world and the people two cheaters hurt was reborn.

Rather than fearing for her own life, she feared for his. A taxi, speeding past the heavy drops of rain honked at Lucius. He had his arms spread wide open. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back to face the angry heavens. Ironic. He mentally scoffed. It seemed a Devil is asking for the heavens above to take his life and ask for forgiveness. He wouldn't do that. The Angels, especially God himself were and still are not in good terms with him. He hated their annoying trumpet sounds, their smiles, and their colorful, cloudy lands. Plus, the gates, why would they have a heavenly, golden gate? His kingdom never has one.

*** *Present Moment* Mr Smith dropped the call. He wasn't sure if Liam would take his offer, but he knew it was time to stop. He was dying, obviously; the cancer had eaten deep into him; he knew soon enough that he was going to meet with his daughter in hell, but he knew Diane was never going to stop on her own.