Welcome Back To Hell 소설 & 이야기

I heard the door kicked open but it was too late. Darkness welcomed me, with a voice that sparked nightmares and trembling from that terrifying night. "Welcome to hell, Damian Cross. I've been waiting for you.” A/N: Sorry, can't pass this up. So Damian 'came' into hell. Ha!

Then another. And another. And as their feet touched the human realm once again, something ancient stirred beneath reality. Something that had been sleeping since before Lucifer's throne existed. Something that Hell had once united with Heaven to stop. Something the world had spent thousands of years forgetting. The Forgotten were coming back. And once again.... Existence faced the risk of erasure.

This was the punishment. At some point, green smoke crept in without warning. The temp plummeted. I shivered, and he slipped off his cloak, wrapping it around me. "Don't be afraid," he murmured. Afraid? Not even close. My perception glitch had me kind of... hyped. "They're back!" Mia yelled. "Grandpa and Grandma are back!" The door creaked open. Two shriveled elders shuffled in. Chat Feed went wild: [It's them. The revenants. Nobody survives past this.]

Olivia backed toward the cryogenic pods, heart pounding in her throat. “Who’s there?” she demanded. Another message flashed across the screen. REBIRTH REQUIRES THE RETURN OF THE PRIMARY CARRIER. Olivia’s vision blurred with fear and rage. “No,” she whispered. “I’m done being used.” The footsteps stopped behind her. A shadow fell across the floor. Then a voice, soft, familiar, wrong, strong, came from the darkness, “Welcome back, Sister.” Olivia spun around with mouth wide open…

Welcome back. Maya stops breathing for exactly one second. Then she inhales through her nose, slow and quiet, because Dex is still in the next room and she refuses to give him front-row seats to her neurological circus. “Welcome back,” she repeats. Yes. The word sits there. Small. Heavy. Back means previous. Back means known. Back means someone or something has a record of the place she came from, the blood on the floor, the dead hands clawing at her legs, the final betrayal dressed up as survival.

And his tall body was wrapped in an all-black armor. The God of Hell walked toward me with firm steps. A red light flashed around him, creating mysterious shadows. His pupils showed how ruthless he was as the ruler of the world of the dead. His hair was dark and long, reaching down to his waist. Every strand of his hair flowed with dark magic that ordinary beings couldn't see. “Welcome, God of Hell.” I bowed respectfully. The God of Hell did not return my greeting. The flat expression on his face was indescribable. “I will take what you have given, Tribrid, and return what does not belong to the Underworld.”

Through the darkness, I could hear voices—distant wails followed by mocking laughter somewhere off in the distance. I rush back into the room, my breath coming out harshly. Wrath smirked from his position on the bed and I turned my horrified eyes on him. "This isn't Los Angeles. Where the hell am I?" "You just said it." My eyebrows furrow "W-What?" "Welcome to Hell, Dovey." He grinned happily while my mind threatened to combust. No, no. It can't be... It doesn't make any sense. My heart stopped as something occurred to me.

Even the food was spiked with venom. Helos sat on his new throne as he saw the place he called home, turn steadily into a mass grave. He sat there with a twisted smile and a sadist pleasure, spreading through his entirety. " Now, you will all be reborn and will always be by my side. No questions, no answers, no arguments, just obedience for eternity. "

None really had looked surprised, which was odd with nothing else considered. “Yeah, we’re named The Hell Hounds. We got called ‘bitch’ long enough that we wanted to thumb our noses at them. Who’s meaner than a hound of hell? His momma.” Jaxon laughed, and when he finished, “Oh, I like that. You must have really fun training days.”

Adrian looked all around his home office, wondering how he got to that point. He could hear the echoes of Mrs Henderson's words asking him if he was truly alright. He used to think he was fine, he didn't think so anymore. He didn't understand who he was anymore. He was a complete shadow of himself and he knew it.