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The color drained from her face again. “That shouldn't happen.” Nobody liked hearing that sentence anymore. Ama stepped closer. “What now?” Naomi didn't answer immediately. Instead, she slowly turned the screen toward the group. A new message had appeared. Not system code. Not diagnostic information. Text. Simple text. The words seemed almost absurdly ordinary compared to everything surrounding them. WELCOME BACK. Silence. Absolute silence. Gabriel stared. “No.” Arthur whispered, “No.” Even the man in black looked shaken. Because the message wasn't generated by the Pillars.

It looks peaceful, but the windows are blacked out. To my right, a concrete bunker rises from the earth. Barbed wire. Searchlights. Soldiers patrolling the perimeter who have no faces. And directly ahead, there is a void. A tear in reality where the world simply ends and turns into cascading green code. Three spaces. Three fragments. "Welcome to my hell," a voice booms. It comes from all three directions at once. From the house, the voice is young. Sad. From the bunker, it is harsh. Commanding.

Everything else feels smaller, almost nonexistent. “Why are you making faces?” Imp questions. I just smile and whisper, “Welcome to Hellfire, Michael.” Things can only get messier from here.

I added firmly. He didn’t say a word, but the darkness that crossed his face said everything. He leaned in close, his voice low and taunting, the smirk still dancing on his lips. “Welcome back to hell, wifey.”

Sable Hell is a mild word for it. I never thought I would ever return to the place that ruined my life—but here I am. Only this time, I came back prepared, ready to take my life back… from my brothers. The mansion stood before me, just as pristine and elegant as I remembered. It looked like something torn from the pages of a luxury magazine, the kind you can only admire on your phone. 'We’re going to have so much fun,' my wolf sang in my head, her tone deceptively sweet.

“There will be no third revival. The next time we meet, you will accept what has happened and begin your life anew inside the Abyss as all souls must.” The thought of that alone filled me with dread but I knew returning here would be inevitable. Death was a normal part of life. However, I wouldn’t fight back next time. No, I’d allow myself to give in and enjoy the happy memories of my life. Hopefully, by then, there would be several more to add to the collection.

I remembered who I was. “I’m not done,” I whispered. “I’m not done!” With a roar, I pushed off the ground. Light exploded from my body, tearing through the darkness. I was back in Hell. Flames danced around me, and I stood on the black rock floor, facing Erinyes once more. His eyes widened in shock when he saw me standing, glowing, breathing—alive. “You... you should be dead!” he shouted. “Too bad for you,” I said, stepping forward. “I’m not going anywhere.”

‎Were they not atleast shocked they were dead, and in some kind of a game. ‎“Don’t look so shocked—death is just the opening act.” The voice said with a tone hinting at sick excitement. “Due to the unfortunate overcrowding in Hell—thank you, greenhouse effect—we’ve decided to recycle you instead. You’ve been sent to this abandoned worlds… as entertainment.” ‎It wasn't until her last word fell that the panic began setting in. ‎"Entertainment? For who exactly?!" I murmured, but nobody, well, no dead body in the room was in a mood to answer.

Allistair's Chaos shimmered across his skin in luminous arcs, feeding into Lucifer's power as they stepped through the opened Gate. The roar of release echoed across realms: souls entombed for eons wailed in freedom, and lesser demons stumbled in awe and fear, recognizing the one who commanded the Morningstar had returned fully to his dominion. And Cerberus knelt briefly, rose, massive and unyielding, guiding Elion behind him as if the child's pureness and celestiality doesn't belong in the fiery hell. "Welcome back, Your Majesty, Ruler of hell. The Morningstar." Cerberus spoke in reverence and all the demons followed. "Welcome back, Your Majesty."

"I'll be back tomorrow, then we're going home." * Hell. . . that's what I call it. Home. . . that's what he calls it. And when will I start to see hell as home??? ~~~~ To Be Continued…