"A young woman is killed in the crossfire of a war, and she is sent down to Hell. But when she meets him, the Devil, she is immediately drawn to his arrogance. Things complicate when he starts coming to her in her dreams, acting one way, and then making life a living, well, Hell for her when she wakes. Will she succumb to his charms or remain bitter?"
" seemingly, so. " the man uttered. his lips curled into a nasty grin whilst his black eyes just stared ahead. observing the mortal stagger and painfully shift foot to foot. whilst his fingers just kneaded his thighs, remaining silent so the opposing male could effortlessly speak his truth. but what irritated him was the suppressing tranquility. " your misdeed is quite dreadful, understand that. " he spoke again, though more rigidly just to get the mortals eyes back up.
" it makes me wonder, a male that had committed such a sin, is truly that silent? or have you swallowed your tongue? " he asked with an arch of his brow. his knuckles pressed on his chin as he waited once more. hoping that an answer would slip through the mortal or any sign of strive. but what was heard was the devil's own breathing and that withdrawing groan. it was beginning to get pointless. " thrown him in the pit. let the hellhound devour him into pieces. " he announced, receiving a grieve whimper whilst the male attempted to warp out of the hold of demons. " i had to do it, i needed to save my wife! " the male cried out his silence. screaming at the top of his lungs. Gakar scoffed. about time this feeble character had revealed the truth. of course, he demanded to let the male collide on his knees, stabilizing his weight with his hands. " see, it wasn't this difficult. but unfortunately, i am no god to forgive sins. look around, its hell. " he cackled out a laugh, guiding with his hands around the whole distant land of shadows where the dead were gathered.
" now, please. you're tiring me out. " he hissed. staring at the male continuously get sacrificed to the mighty hellhound beneath.
Hannah woke with a start, her breathing heavy, her hands clamped to her collarbone, pressing on a wound that wasn’t there. A frown of confusion spread across her face, her skin unusually pale, blood and bruises littering her body. Hannah’s eyes skimmed around her, she was sitting on the floor in a rather large corridor, doors evenly situated on both sides. Looking around her more carefully, she got up, legs shaking. Wincing at a headache pounding in her skull, Hannah pressed her hand to her head, trying to make it stop. Whatever had happened, it had truly given her one hell of a headache. Hannah’s eyes opened suddenly, a newfound fear in her eyes. Turning around, she studied the corridor, searching for the answer she needed so desperately. Feeling something fluttering around her legs, she looked down, scared. Swearing under her breath, she sighed. Wherever she was, she needed to find a better outfit, wandering around the halls in an expensive blood red dress, that clearly had been made for a formal event, was bound to bring her unwanted attention.
Wishing the sleeves were more than a translucent webbing that barely reached her elbows before it slitted around her forearm, Hannah tucked her arms over her stomach, aware of the tight-fitting bodice. Mentally kicking herself, she walked slowly over to the edge of the corridor, a sharp corner to the rooms, presumably another hallway leading out to some sort of larger area. The carpeted floors soft under her feet, Hannah turned the corner, her eyes widening at the sudden transition to god knows where. As far as she could see, there were shadows all around her, a few people gathered nearby. She stood close to the wall, her jaw hanging slightly open at the sight in front of her.
the appalling screams stretched over. the dead gathered rather leisurely, just observing as to what the devil had in mind. " he seemed rather functional. " he muttered, arms crossed over his chest, his body just encircled back and forth. as his curly bangs hung over his swelled eyes, hiding his sentiment. or a thought that unknowingly swung in. lousy drags of feet stopped. his tall frame scarcely turned. brows merely furrowed. " Damen, Damen. the dead isn't the nourishment," he spoke aloud. his shoulders lifted into a shrug, slightly vexed that many didn't listen to him. just do as they please. yet wail when he sacrifices them.
" what a good time, to enjoy listening to the screeches of mortals. " he scoffed. speaking to who listened, to who heard his guttural voice. even if it was from afar. he deemed to let them realize how vigorous one can be. " death is such a beautiful word. " he breathed out. tilting his head sideways. feeding the silence. feeding his boredom. " my apologies, my lovelies. you've sinned like any other mortal sauntering the earth, that will soonly visit my paradise. " he strolled to the fissured edge, callously staring at the ones who were sadly dead. at the charred flesh, at the barren bones, the reeking fragrances. once turning back to his throne, his tightly clutched leathery wings parted. " be pleased you've became something other than your existence being extinguished. " he sat back down. adapting comfortably in his seat.
Hannah heard the screams in the distance and a frown crossed her face, it terrified her and yet, intrigued her. She made her way into the place, the atmosphere slightly hotter than comfortable but with the small gut-wrenching thought in the back of her mind, it was expected. The corridor she had just come from had been so deceiving, Hannah had originally thought this place was nice, maybe in good, but now she wasn’t so sure. She didn’t have a clue where she was or what even happened to her in the first place, but the screams weren’t good news. Slowly walking towards the sound, she could vaguely see someone sitting on a chair of some sort, a throne perhaps? It looked almost as egotistical as one could expect, the sort of thing that was for people who needed physical things to constantly remind themselves of how great they are. An immediate dislike for whoever it was formed in her heart, knowing deep down she’d do well to stay out of their way, the scene before her proved that. Hannah was yet curious to find out who it was, if only to see how bad of a person, or creature they were, being as though from where she was standing, there was no way it was a human being.
Hannah felt rather intimidated by it all, whether that was from her uncertainty of what was even going on, of where she was, or due to the fact that her small height let everything around her tower above her head, or almost anyway. Stepping quietly, Hannah could see the person in the throne, not closely but it was clear enough. It seemed to be a man, if you could even call him that.
" i suppose, we have a guest, " he announced. once he gasped in the enticing scent of a woman. it was somewhere afar, but he knew it will get closer. his own body had shifted, peevishly. women were quite infrequent. yet, so suddenly appear. it even made him growl under his bitter breath, remaining in his throne. " Damen, let me handle this, please, " he uttered to the hauling demon. his gaze fixed on the far shadow move slightly. either it was the woman or something else, he couldn't tell yet. his smell couldn't fool him, he was sure it was a woman, a mortal, lastly. that greedy human from the earth, those pathetic creatures. he never understood them, they were weird and unpredictable. worse than the dead. " so tell me. you're a woman, right? an astonished one too. " he asked, staring ahead, squinting his eyelids to see better, but through the gloomy shadows it wasn't clear. though, he had his hopes up. " come into the light, dearest. i need to see you more clearly. " he instructed. pointing with his hand to where. just a few feet away from him.
" don't fret Damen, he won't hurt you on my watch. but if you lash out, he's ready to ravage you. " he softly spoke. warning this mortal to not truly fear what's surrounding, just mainly focus on where she's going, what she sees upfront, whose sitting in the throne, and whose ruling the underworld. " involving the dead. in the past days, they became quite ravenous. " he added with a little vile grin. but stopped speaking, noticing how much he had said already, he didn't even let the mortal breath or reply. only spook it more. like he always did, it was certainly thrilling to see them crawl back into their gutter but then galling to not get a response and only get signs of whimpers. but that was pleasing as well. he couldn't get enough of how mortals were so subtle. their feeble gaze just looking up, coating in tears, lips curling into a pout, pleading for mercy.
Hannah jumped ever so slightly at her acknowledgment, his voice echoing through her mind. And it was just her luck too, the voice sounding from the throne, well, Hannah now had no doubt in her mind, this was going to be interesting. Walking towards him slowly, she watched him cautiously, confused on why she wasn’t overly shocked at the creatures around her, especially the one right in front of her now. She felt her skin beginning to warm, presumably from the temperature, Hannah didn’t know why the air was so much warmer than it should be at this time of year, but considering she didn’t even know where she was; it was a just quick to be making assumptions like that. She hadn’t seen any other people like her, seemingly normal, if that was even applicable in this circumstance, which only slightly worried her, but she’d find out later. She looked around herself, the sky was slightly dark, but it wasn’t as if Hannah had any concept of time since she’d found herself here so it wasn’t a big deal that she didn’t know what time it was. By normal standards, she’d had guessed near evening, but she didn’t know.
Frowning slightly, she glared at the man in front of her. Her previous thoughts about thrones proving correct, he even looked cocky, and she hadn’t even said anything to him yet. “Care to explain where the hell I am?” Hannah asked him, struggling to keep her voice steady, not give hints on how scared she currently was.
chuckling at her statement, he bore her confusion of where she was. the realm happened to be quite gloomy, but surely puzzling at first sight. or even frightening. however, mortals say it. for him, it was a paradise, a homeland. yet, after a while of thinking, he finally spoke out. " as obvious as it looks, it's hell, darling. " his gaze remained on the woman, ogling her for a few moments. until he stood up. exhausted of sitting, being well observed. " isn't it fun? there are so many activities to do. so many to experience. " he laughed. wiggling a brow at his response. even his fangs permanently stained in blood, his skin emitted with blemishes. scars tainted his body. all from those activities. that another one could have. " before i speak too much. tell me your sin, if you have it. but of course, you do. who wouldn't? " he muttered, as his hands clapped loudly, interlocking his fingers. " now tell me. before i throw you in the pit. " he sat back down, threatening the woman to continue to answer his question. crossing his legs and placing his hands on his thighs, chin tilting. " i won't wait long, the clock is ticking. " he added.
but the more he waited, the more time he had to acknowledge the mortal. it was thoroughly interesting. women were mostly. yet this one had a bruise upon her pale chest. did she die? his brows furrowed throughout the process while his thoughts proceeded. if she was killed, what sin would satisfy him? clicking with his tongue, he allowed the mortal to answer his earlier question and see what she comes up with.
Hannah’s temper flared at the nickname, darling, if she had been anywhere else, she likely would have hit him for it. But considering the circumstances and the fact that he could kill her within half a second if she did, it wouldn’t be the best idea to piss him off. Although, if he was trying to anger her, it was well and truly working. Rolling her eyes slightly, she watched him. Hannah had no idea what she was supposed to believe, if this was Hell, where was everybody? Surely, she would have come across a few more people, and what was with the weird corridor she had found herself in when she first got here. How did she even get here? If she was in Hell, that would insinuate that she died, and with the circumstances of which she had previously been in, Hannah wasn’t surprised if she had died. The gunshot that had been fired just below her collarbone would have easily killed her, which would explain her immediate reaction. But dying wasn’t something you can just learn and be okay with immediately. Hannah was likely in shock too much to comprehend it fully. She was dead.
“What’s it to you?” She snapped at him, attempting to cover herself with her arms.