We Live a Dying Dream


Key Twelve: L'enfer:

-Ophelia's Hell-

Her hell took shape in a short amount of time. The cobblestone streets felt like knives at her feet. No matter how far she walked, every place looked the same. She felt so cold every night. The streets walked on end seemed to end. Every person looked at her with harsh, judgmental eyes. Ophelia could tell that they were thinking the same thing.


Her clothes tonight didn't help her case either. The wind blowing against her black fishnet stockings felt like needles sticking into her thighs. The equally black stiletto heels made her feet hurt worse. Ophelia couldn't understand why she would choose to wear a black miniskirt and dark red corset top tonight.

I just want to home.

However, she knew that wasn't possible anymore. Where was home? It probably got wiped off the map just like Ikebukuro did. So why was she still walking the streets for her next john? There was no one for her to send money back to anymore. Her mother probably wouldn't accept it if she knew how her mother made her money.

"No daughter of my is going to be a whore!" she could hear mother saying.




Whore. Ophelia should've been used to such an ugly word by now. But in this place, it still hurt her like getting stabbed in the chest repeatedly.


Allen poked his head out into the hallway. He held his breath as he looked around.

"All clear," he whispered. The male angel led Marion and Alma out of Paradise's main room. Marion looked behind her.

"You sure about this?" she asked.

"Yes," he said.

"Do you even know where you are going?"

"Not really?" Allen turned his head when he heard Marion sighing. "What?"

"You are hopeless," she said.

"Hey, I was kept in Road's room for months!"

"Oh, great! If you lead the way, we'll run into some bored monsters."

"It'll be fine."

"Not with you leading the way."

"Excuse me," Alma said in a small voice. "I could probably locate her." Allen dashed over to the biracial angel.

"Really? How?" he asked. Alma pressed her lips together.

"When I was trapped in my hell, I could hear where your friend was," she said.

"Your hell?"

"Long story, but I know where your friend is."


"Follow me." Alma grabbed Allen and Marion by the hands and closed her eyes. In a flash, the three angels disappeared.

Allen, Marion, and Alma appeared in a darkened room. To Allen's surprise, it felt rather warm. He could've sworn that they had teleported into a sauna. The walls alone gave off a claustrophobic feeling. He looked around at the room with no windows or vents. All of the dim lights hung over their heads from the high ceiling. Rows of beds lined the walls on either side of them. Angels lay on their backs in a catatonic state, staring at the ceiling in a daze. Thick white sheets covered up to their necks. Allen's eyes shifted left and right.

"Where are we?" he asked. Alma and Marion looked down at her feet.

"This where they store angels that are trapped in their hell," Alma said.

"Oh…" Allen said in a low voice. He pressed his lips together. "Where's Ophelia?" Alma led her companions down the narrow pathway to the end of the row on their left. Allen covered his gaped mouth as they found Ophelia laying in her bed still in a catatonic state with a sheet up to her neck. Marion frowned.

"Is this your friend?" she asked.

"Yes," Allen said. The brash angel shook her head.

"She's a goner," Marion said.

Allen looked at her with big eyes. "No…"

"If we act now, we can move her and stuff her a tank in the basement. No one will notice a thing."

"You can't! You must help her!"

Marion put her hands on her hips. "Why should I?"

Allen dropped his shoulders. "I made a promise to get her out of the city."

The brash angel sighed and rolled her eyes. "You shouldn't have done that."

"She saved me from being attacked. Please? You have to help her." Allen looked at her with big sweet puppy dog eyes. Marion gritted her teeth as she stared him down.

"You are a thorn in my ass," she grumbled. Marion turned to Ophelia in bed. "I will see what I can do."

Allen felt like flying through the ceiling. "Thank you so much!" Marion sneered as Allen bowed.

"Whatever," she said under her breath. Marion held her hands over Ophelia's body. Can you hear me, Ophelia? Come back to us.

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