As Above, So Below
Hell... The domain of demons, darkness, and the devil himself, A firey pit, an inferno. I used to believe hell was a factious place. In all honesty, I had never gotten all that close to God. Well, not on earth at least. I believed religion to be a scam. I had prayed at a time, many prayers, and weeps as well. Songs of sorrow that seemingly fell on deaf ears. I'm sure if there is a God, back on earth he used to mock me and laugh at my weakness. But here, I assure you... No one is laughing.
Now I flew above the clouds without a single care in the world. Demon, Elf, Dragon, Human, Beast, none of it mattered. Nothing really mattered to me, not life nor death. I suppose I had become a shell. But still not even thinking mattered to me. I'd rather fly above the corpse and the living not having to plague my hands with the filth, but even if I did... It wouldn't have mattered to me.
"Everyone come back inside! That white hair, those dark wings... It's him, The Angel Of Death!" I heard a voice shout pulling me out of my stupor. I hadn't even realized that I was overtop of mountains. I continued to fly as I ignored them, they didn't matter to me.
I had seen hell on Ezuno, no that's not quite right... I made hell.
Just a little teaser of a suuppeeeer distant arc, think of this chapter as a fun little after-credit
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