A Glimpse Of Hell
~~The Realm of Hell~~
It was quite busy here recently. After there was an influx of evil souls out of seemingly nowhere. And the King of Hell had to judge each and every one of them.
"Ah! Why did so many of these bastards come here at once? I have my work cut out for me. Hmmm… I wonder if I should take a page out of that young man's book?" The King Of Hell thought as he tortured the evil souls.
"You shouldn't beat yourself up about this, Brother. I have brought some helpers along. They were quite eager to help in the Ink clan's soul torturing." Another powerful being appeared.
"Who in your 9 heavens would want to come down here to torture these.. Ink clan souls?" The King of Hell asked, almost annoyed at the interruption. "There better be actual helpers or I swear I'll punch him right in that smug face of his." He thought.
What appeared were the forms of past 9th rank Open Heaven masters. And some freakishly powerful 8th rank's. Next to them were the forms of the Ancient Divine Spirits who lost their lives fighting against the Ink Clan over the course of hundreds of Thousands of years.
"I take it this will be enough to help you out? Once they saw their home world unite They grew quite eager to do what they could even now. That Ink Clan is truly a terrible evil." The man from the 9 Heavens smiled, slightly smug seeing the King of Hells face look so surprised.
"I'll have you answer one question. Why now of all times? It's not like your 3000 Worlds is much different now, right?" The King of Hell asked.
"Reporting to Lord, Sir King of Hell, My companions here and I don't do this simply. There is a young man in the 3000 Worlds right now. He has united my entire Human Race, and the Ancient Divine Spirits together completely. Leaving not a single one of my people behind. He lost his parents at the hands of the tyrannical Ink Clan. So we Old fogies are serving to accumulate merit to send the souls of his parents back to reunite with him." A truly freakishly powerful 9th rank stepped forward and answered boldly.
"What is the real reason?" The King of Hell asked, in a more forceful tone. He knew what he just heard was nothing close to the right answer. Merely a fabrication even if it did hold true. "Wait, Reincarnate or resurrection?" He asked, glancing at his brother from the 9 heavens.
"That depends on the amount of merit they earn together." The Man from the 9 heavens chuckled.
"Reporting, Sir King of Hell asked the true reason. And it is a simple one. I can't stomach the existence of the Ink Clan. Even in the slightest sense. Their souls are no different." The 9th rank from before answered with a look of disgust for the Ink Clan appearing on his face.
"KILL THE INK CLAN! DESTROY THE FOUL CORRUPTED INK CLAN! RESTORE THE WILL HEAVEN!" The others chanted afterwards.
"Ahahaha!" The King of Hell laughed, slapping the armrest on his chair in a rare moment of joy. "Good! Then accept the aid I shall. I look forward to some good work." He said, chuckling, truly excited to see what will happen. And then with a wave of his mighty hand he bestowed them all the ability to use the power of Hell. "With this torturing the evil souls will become easier. Just imagine the kind of torture they must endure. Mobilize the power and watch as it goes to work." He explained.
"We accept it gracefully and with thanks. We won't let you down." They all said cupping their hands.
Then one quick smooth unison motion tilted their heads to look at the Ink Clan's ugly souls. A gleam in the new recruits' eyes flashed as a sinister smile took hold. The Ink Clan's ugly souls visibly shivered knowing that the Human Race's imagination was unmatched when it came to torturing and killing evil.
The Man from the 9 Heavens looked at the King of Hell with a raised brow. "Just… what exactly are you doing now my brother?" He asked with a light sigh.
"This is a rare opportunity to expand my knowledge. The Human Race is quite resourceful in their torture methods. With this I'll be prepared to write down the ones I don't know of and keep a personal log of each one, including a description of the sounds the Evil Souls make." The King of Hell replied with a scroll in hand ready to witness the results.
"Haiz… You really have loved this kind of thing ever since we were young. Good thing there was a good outlet for it. In any case now that my job is done here. I must leave. Be sure to take care of them. They are not evil so they shouldn't be punished like the other souls." The man from the 9 heavens sighed.
"Yeah, I got it. Don't worry brother, I won't treat them wrongly. I'm quite thankful they are here. So even though it pains me to say it… Thank you. Also, is that Young Man they spoke of, the same one who sent these souls here?" The King of Hell asked.
"Of course. After we tried so many times for a person to rise up normally. They would be killed. Simply out of fear of being too strong. It was unfortunate timing but without using that particular gift… the Human Race would certainly be dead or enslaved by now. He needed to have everything we could allow. And the other 7 were quite insistent on doing nothing. Even though sending someone strong enough to return our 9th seat back to us was essential. I'm glad it has begun to work out. He has grown into quite the man." The man said just before he left.
"Hmm… sounds about right. Those old fogies really take a lot of convincing to make any important decisions. Perhaps that Young Man could replace one of their seats? The other worlds would certainly be better off with such a result." The King of Hell thought. As he watched the anger from the past supreme masters of the Human Race go to work. He smiled and began logging it already.