Chapter 1
With the chains suffocating her wrists and her ankles, she stared at the brick wall to her left.
The voices in her head seemed like they were right next to her. Now staring at the ground, her long, light brown bangs almost covered her eyes.
Dirt and blood embellished her slowly dying body from head to toe. The only thing keeping her from going nude was the torn up shirt and jeans that she had kept on for who knows how long.
The gray in her eyes were engulfing the blue that used to be there. There were nothing but death and suffering in her eyes, and everyone knew about that. That’s what made her feel estranged.
With her hair only going down to her shoulders, she looked up. The three guards standing there were about 3 feet higher than Trake Brey’s kneeling self.
They were wearing their average suit: Black, dragon scaled chest plates with spikes shooting out from their plates on their shoulders. Their greaves were the only things that weren’t made of dragon scales. Shining in the dim light, it was barely noticeable that they were made out of gold, with the Devil’s face carved in them. Their gauntlets were also made out of gold, and their helmets glistened.
Finally looking down at me, they scoffed and said, “Time for your execution.”
Eyes widening, Trake flinched, but didn’t fight back as one guard finally released the chains from her wrists and ankles.
Trake died unexpectedly one day, Trake doesn’t even know who or what killed her. With her pure soul, she was accepted into Heaven.
While Trake was in Heaven, she was confound on how every single angel bowed down to him. She wanted to feel that kind of power; she wanted to be the domineer.
Spreading rumors around Heaven, the angels started to look up to her. Some even turned to her for advise rather than God himself.
Obviously, God found out about this quickly, and banished her to Hell. Satan himself didn’t even want Trake, because he thought that she would betray him too, by spreading rumors around in Hell.
The only thing that Satan could do was throw her down in his Special Dungeon.
Devastated, she didn’t have a choice but to rot in Hell. She’s been in here for who knows how long, and finally, she will be put out of her misery.
There were no life in Satan’s ‘special dungeon’. Just her. Which made the voices louder.
“Just be quick with it,” Trake sighs as her head hung low. Two guards held her by her upper arm, and the other guard walked 5 feet behind the prisoner.
With her head still hung low, after 5 minutes of walking, her legs felt sore. She was kept in the metal cell, kneeling, for her whole stay. She was never let out of her cell.
Finally lifting her head up, her eyes met her doom. A huge, iron guillotine stood in the middle of another dim room. The guillotine was surrounded in red flames and blood, like they have used this for a lot of people.
Demons surrounded the life taking machine, chanting and yelling.
"Kill it!"
"Burn her alive!"
"No mercy!"
Intimidated, Trake's eyes widened. She had been expecting this day, but didn't expect the enormity of this guillotine to dispirit her.
The guard behind her grabbed her by the throat and forced her to walk to the guillotine. Just as Trake was again forced to kneel down in front of her death, a sound rang through her ears.
The sound was like a high pitched ring that bounced around in her ears.
It hurt her ears, sure, but it wasn't bad enough to make her moan in pain, like all of the other demons were doing. Looking around her, she saw every single demon in the room kneeling on one knee, like she was.
confounded, she turned around to see even the three guards surrounding her were frozen in place, one of them was yelling and covering their ears.
She wasn't taking any chances. She turned to the hallway she came from and ran. She ran like she was getting chased by a pride of lions.
The hallways were really basic: Just black bricks as the floor and the ceiling, and gray bricks as the walls. Obviously, there were a couple of spider webs hanging from the small space in between the ceiling and the walls. There was even a rat nibbling on a piece of molded cheese in one of the cells. All of the cells were empty.
When the guards were taking her to the guillotine, her head was facing the ground the whole time, so she didn't know the direction she was going.
After what seemed like an eternity of running in a straight line, she stopped after seeing a crossroad: one path goes right, one goes left, and one keeps going forward.
"Halt!" A man's voice that made her flinch came from behind her. She decided quickly and went left, without checking who was behind her.
Another force of kinetic energy slammed against her body, making her stumble backward. Her back slammed into another force, which she guessed was the man that tried to stop her a couple of seconds ago. How did he get behind me so fast?
Trake stood in the middle and checked who stopped her in the first place. The person was unidentifiable, since they wore nothing but a long, black cloak. Their hood covered their face, and Devil horns stuck out of the hood.
A Demon, Trake thought about whether or not it was friendly or not.
On the other hand, there was the man that was chasing me. He had the same armor the Demon guards had, except instead of dragon scales, there was just iron replacing the scales. No face was carved into his armor though, but on the back of his sparkling, iron gauntlets, he had a blue cross carved into them both. He had no helmet, which exposed his whole face. He barely had any hair on his bald head, but he had a long, messy beard that went down to his belly button. Trake raised one eyebrow in confusion.
"Who are yo-"
"She's mine," The Demon in the black cloak stated. Their really deep voice was intimidating.
"Not if I take her first-" The Cloak Guy leaped at the knight in shining, iron armor before he could even finish his sentence. The Cloak Guy took out a golden sword from his cloak and pointed the sharp end of the sword to the knight.
He quickly dodged it, and from then on, Trake couldn't follow their movements. They were moving too fast for her to see who was who.
Finally deciding, Trake yelled, "STOP!" Both of the strangers stopped where they were, and the knight was just about to stab The Cloak Guy in the gut. Trake saw that no blood was drawn, but one of The Cloak Guy's horns were cut in half.
That should be bleeding out, Trake questioned, but ignored the fact that a bright pink tail was going from left to right furiously before The Cloak Guy quickly hid the tail.
"Who are you guys? And why are you even here? Why am I so important to you?" She questioned. The room felt like it was spinning furiously.
They both stepped back about 15 feet before one of them spoke up.
"Whoa, Cupcake-"
"Don't call me Cupcake. Tell me why you have come here," Trake immediately interrupted The Cloak Guy as soon as she heard Cupcake.
The knight sighed and licked his lips. "Why, I don't know why this fool came here, but I have come for you. You are in great danger and-"
"Lies!" The Cloak Guy spat. "He wants not you, but your blood!"
Trake's eyes widened as she looked closer at his dry mouth. With his beard in the way, she could barely see the two white, sharp teeth, clutching onto his bottom lip.
She gasped as she dashed toward The Cloak Guy, with tears forming in her eyes. He didn't even wait for her to catch up with him before turning 180 degrees and sprinting down the hallway.
"Where are you going, Trake?" The vampire laughed. "Or should I call you-"
Trake didn't hear what he said, but just ran for her life. There shouldn't be vampires in Hell, only Demons and Humans. And how the hell did someone with a pink tail get down here? She had so many questions, but decided to save them for later when they got out of this miserable place.
The Cloak Guy reached into his pocket and brought out a small, blue, shining ball.
"Keep following me," The Cloak Guy's calm but deep voice surprised her, but all she wanted to do was get out of this Hell - literally.
The Cloak Guy threw the blue ball in front of us, but kept running. At first, Trake didn't feel anything, but suddenly, she felt like her skin was turning inside out. Both of her intestines felt like they were getting squeezed to death. All she could see was this bright, blue light shining in front of her.
She looked over to her left to see that The Cloak Guy was still there beside her. He didn't looked fazed at all. In fact, he looked like he had done this multiple times. She looked straight ahead again and just closed her eyes.
The pain stuck to her for a while before slowly dying away. Her feet were planted in something very cold, something that made her shiver. She opened her eyes to see The Cloak Guy right in front of her.
"Welcome back to Earth."
