A Realities Birth
Crimson's P.O.V.
I never gave it much thought. As to why I, a mortal, am being taken care of by the Devil? She was lovely, of course. Well, as pleasant as the Devil can be when she is your mother.
"... Crimson, dearest, you know what you must do..." She discovered one of her heads of the nine legions was in cahoots with the gods of our realm.
I, her protégé, was supposed to burn the loose ends. It was time for my first step toward the ascension she's been grooming me for all my life.
Taking down one of the Nine Lords of Hell. Today's target is Drazzis, the Lord of Drought.
Standing from where I was kneeling in front of my mother's throne, I sighed. I turned on my heel and started towards my personal armory. I needed to get my special weapons. Usually, we would punish him by stripping him of his powers.
But Mother considers this high treason.
I made my way through the bleeding halls of the hellish castle I called home. The bloodstained glass windows constantly remind me that this place, Hell, is not to be trifled with. True as the scars on my body from my first battle with the Lords to now, everything has a set time to exist in this realm.
When I get to my armory, I find it open with none other than my brother rummaging around in it. "You have so many dangerous weapons in here, you know that?" His voice was coated with the playful tone he often speaks with.
I lean against the door frame that separates me from my brother, arms deep within one of my chests full of 'Experimental Weapons.' "Yeah, that's the point, Bloodtide; please leave my stuff alone." I walk past him and start putting on my gear, which consists of a tech face mask for the smog that resides in Hell.
The Smogg is meant to keep mortals incapacitated and in a state of delusion. I kicked Bloodtide out of my room and gathered the rest of my gear: two spiky maces blessed with soul-killing spells. I attached them to my back. I put on the last of my gear and gloves and headed out, passing my brother on the way out. He grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me into a hug, whispering. "Go get this motherfucker."
I finish the last of my preparations, grabbing a few daggers with the small spell and bottles of Ambrosia to drink; its temporary healing factor may be helpful. I slip out of the front of the castle into the cold, snowy, eternal landscape that always stayed over my head in Hell. Unlike what most people believe, Hell is hot. Not all of it; most weather here in Hell is snow, sleet, rain, and ice. More often than not, a blizzard rolls in to wipe the landscape of the unwilling souls of the mortals who end up down here.
There are some hot spots, but not like the boiling infernal lakes you hear about in some childish stories, consumed by the fleshed gazes of mortals. I exit the castle into our great city, Amaranth, unlike any other city here; the buildings are made from the bones of the Savage World's Golems, who ruled this land before the Gods banished my mother here.
I climbed the wall of the closest building to reach Drazzis' district. After I kill him, Mother permits me to become the head of his legion.
I leap and bound from building to building, slowly leaving the castle's central district and entering what's known as the Lord's Rings of Hell. The first ring nearest to the castle is the acid fields. We cleanse the willing souls we receive here in Hell, there.
I make my way to the Tower of Bone that looms over the acid fields, ensuring that I don't lose my footing; I do not want to end up in one of the acid pools. I unclip my maces from my back and make the final jump over the last gap I need before landing in front of the Tower of Bone. The two guards outside the door see me and exchange looks before rushing me; everyone is hostile here in Hell.
It is nature.
With that hostility, I add two more skulls to my skull throne.
