When You're Going Through Hell 소설 & 이야기

"What is Zach up to?" This singular, persistent inquiry reverberated through Dryzza's mind, lingering even after she crossed the threshold of her solitary abode. Residing in solitude, her only companionship emanated from her faithful feline, Ginger. The day's encounters with Zachary had drained her both physically and mentally. As the revelations unfurled before her, she found herself incessantly questioning the very foundation of her beliefs. "To hell with that demonic tragedy," she hissed, making herself comfortable on her bed. Ginger hopped onto her tummy, purring softly.

As her feet drew closer to the door, the low buzz gradually got clearer, transforming into a loud, high-pitched rasping sound. Recalling Kate’s latest bluff, Zia’s eyes widened with suspicion. Was she really going to?… No way! “Hey!” Zia shouted as she fumbled with the door’s lock. Throwing the door open, she jumped backward, just in time to avoid being split in half by her crazy best friend’s chainsaw. “Are you crazy, Kate?!” “Yes, I am. You are driving me crazy!” Kate screamed above the saw’s loud noise. She turned off the saw and Zia’s thumping heart slowly returned to normal. Her wide eyes remained glued to Kate’s furious ones.

No, it was something much more worst, something that the one and only Lilith fox would never have imagine that she would ever for once get to experience. Torture with my red bloody liquid already dried on my head, at last if this was not the real definition of hell fire, nothing was, but still the voices didn't stop, but instead the more it kept on echoing was the more and more I drowned deeper. Oh God, deeper much more than ever before, much more deeper than I could ever have imagine. "Just take a look at yourself, you are a one big pile of shitty MESS!" "Do you really think that anyone would ever want to be with you?"

Slow mornings with the devil. Who knew hell could feel this good?

And if you have lived a bad life, you descend to Hell. But I went to neither of those places. In Alkhemi, you are either floating in the Heavens, or you're going through something worse than Hell. It is a mixture of both. But for me recently, I have been going through hell. Like now. “Ahh!” I let out another war cry as I run towards the man with blue eyes and dark, brown hair.

My body went rigid and closing my eyes shut, I tried to clear the suffocation which was building inside me. You really deserve hell Rehan.

“What you’re really asking beneath it all is, ‘Will I damn my soul to Hell for dealing with these creatures?’ You won’t.” “Because Hell doesn’t exist?” “Oh, it does, but making a few extra-curricular deals isn’t how you damn your soul. Especially if the other bastard really has it coming. Remember, you make it a demon in your mind. It doesn’t have to be one.” “Then what are we dealing with, if not demons.”

If hell exists, there’s an inferno waiting for me. I swerve around a pothole on the blacktop. In less than fifteen minutes, all hell will break loose. I survived seven years in prison, but my chances of surviving what’s next are about nil. The men riding behind me know what we’re heading into and, like me, they’re ready to die.

"Trust me, Mike, you'll burn in hell for this." The trucks close in. And I have nowhere to go.