Welcome Back To Hell Novels & Stories

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

We took Nivi to hospital and waited for her test results. Each and every second I stood outside of every test room was like I am passing through an eternity. Under me it was hell of fire where I was burning in that. There is no hell or heaven after death it's all in our life. Now I am getting all punishments for what aI did to that girl and I am in hell. Like my naani said bad people will treated very badly in hell by burning alive in fire.

Zia asked thoughtfully. “Yep. That's him.” Zia leaned forward, watching him say something as he smiled briefly at the camera. Her brows lifted, wondering where she had seen him before. But he seemed like a popular figure. So she would surely know if she’d ever met him. “You are finally back in town after five years abroad, Mr. Hawkins.” A male reporter’s voice in the background pointed out curiously. “What brings you back to Allora? Are you here for business? Or for the ladies?”

I closed my eyes and whispered into the darkness: “Wait for me.” Zion. Luka. Elias. Matthew. I’m coming back. Even if I have to go through hell one more time. And when I get out of here, I’m going to kill all these bastards.

In this strange new world, I don’t want to even chance trying to navigate on my own. “One last thing,” the Pitmaster says. “Let me welcome you to hell on earth. Or under it, I suppose. We’re all forgotten souls down here.”

“What the hell is this place?” Before he could answer, we were interrupted by a loud static from an overhead speaker. “Welcome to THE Survival Game!” a distorted voice announced. “Congratulations, you are all dead! But because hell is currently in recycle mode due to the greenhouse effect, you’re being sent to dead worlds as entertainment!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, what?” The voice kept going: “Please provide the fanciest death you can. Or fanciest kills if you have what it takes to be a predator. The audience loves those.”

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.

WELCOME BACK, SUBJECT ZERO. And beneath it… My name.

The words burned into the holographic glass, casting a cold, eerie crimson light across my face. WELCOME BACK, HEIR. The silence that followed was so suffocating, it felt heavy enough to suffocate us all. The only sound in the heart of Level Four was the low, rhythmic hum of the damaged mainframe. "What..." My voice was barely a squeak, the word dying in my throat before it could truly form. I stared at the screen, my mind spinning so fast that the text started looking blurry. Heir? Heir to what?

The man jerked awake, his eyes wide with fear. "What... What happened? Where am I?" he stammered. "Hell," I whispered, my voice cold and menacing. His eyes widened as the scenery of the place, until it dawned on him. "Welcome to hell, anyway," I added, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "I am not in the mood for chitchat today. I am really exhausted, so you better answer my questions. Who's with you in this? How do you keep on finding the hybrids? Where is your base?"