Seven Days In Hell

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Summary

“This place has rotted from the inside. I am not a murderer—I am the hand that scrapes away the filth. Every cut, every drop of blood, is a cleansing. Only when the impure are gone will this campus be worthy of calling itself pure.” — The Judge, The Purifier, The Herald.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
2
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Prologue

They say God made everything good.

The angels, the earth, the people... he even gave us rules, ten simple ones like a checklist for staying clean. But somewhere along the line, people started breaking then, one by one.

And the devils? Oh, they didn't even need to whisper anymore. Humans were already too good at sinning on their own. Lust, greed, pride, envy... you name it, someone's wearing it like perfume in the hallways of this campus.

But every sin leaves a stain. Every lie, every betrayal, every filthy little secrets... it rots. And some people, no matter how innocent they look, start thinking that maybe it's their job to scrub it all away.

Cleansing, that's what they call it. Not murder. Not madness.

Just a holy kind of purge.

And in a place like this, where everyone pretends to be good, the fire's only waiting for someone to strike the first match.