Welcome to Hell!

I'm dead, yet somehow still here. I don't know where I am, but it's dark, it's cold, and I'm scared. There isn't anyone else here, yet I sense somebody watching me, I feel someone here. My suspicions are proved correct when a figure steps out of the bushes. The figure is wearing a black cloak, and they look like death itself.

The figure takes of its hood and I can see his face, he is incredibly pale, with black hair and eyes that seem to change color, from black to grey to red to orange, they're fiery, then dull, he's devilishly entrancing. His cloak seems to change too, in subtler ways, sometimes it looks like it's inlaid with bones, obsidian, and dark jewels.

He smiles cruelly at me. "I never expected the master of shadows to look so innocent, you look like just a boy. Yet you posses greater power than me, powers of wind and of earth, of two of the elements. How evil you turned out to be." He says, in a harsh voice. I don't know what he means. "What do you mean?" I ask him.

He looks confused. "You have elemental power, you used it for bad, now you're in hell." He explains. "I-I-I don't remember that." I say, "I don't want to be in hell, is there anything I can do?" I ask him. He nods. "I'm the grim reapers nephew, the grim reaper is the right hand man to the devil, who is the king of hell. The grim reaper is also the boss of the demons, and one day I will take that role. I don't want to though, but that's treason and I will burn forever. So, if you help me stage a coup with your shadow master powers, I'll let you go." He says.

"How old are you?" I ask him. "15. And your 14, right?" I nod, "yeah, and you say I'm a shadow master?" I ask him. "Not a shadow master, The Shadow Master." I nod. "Yeah, um sure. So do you have anyone else?" I ask him, "anyone who can help us strategize." He looks confused, as if he's surprised I was onboard so quickly. Of course I am though, I'm not burning in hell for eternity.

After the moment of confusion passes he nods. "Raven, she's a Great War strategist, not that as in she's great at strategizing for wars, well that and the fact that she and her wife, Helena helped the Allies in the Great War. She'll give you some common sense, she'll help you and fix you're problems, she's my number one, I trust her." He says, I nod, he really hyped her up, I hope she's as good as he says.

"What about her wife?" I ask him, "will she help us?" He nods. "Oh yes, Helena is the sweetest person in hell. Probably just the sweetest person, well not person, but close enough." I don't ask him what he means by this, but instead I look around hell, while it's evil looking, it's nicer than expected, the sky is the color of obsidian, and the stars glow in the sky. There's no moon, and probably no day, still the sky is beautiful.

The dark blue ground looked like benitoite, a precious gem. Everything in hell looked like it was made of gems, or precious stones. We walked far enough that the mist had disappeared and castle walls that looked as if they were made of Amethyst could be seen. We veered away from the castle walls and entered a forest, where the leaves looks like they were made of alexandrite. I wondered how I knew all these gems. Maybe when I was alive I had learned about them.

The silence was broken by the boy. As he pulled something out of his cloak and tossed it on the ground. It was a gem I knew as angelite. It was odd, since mostly demons lived here. He then said a few strange words, and cracks started forming in the ground and we fell far.

The underground was made of gold, with lots of gems inside of it. It was a beautiful sight. Then I came back to reality, and screamed. He pushed his hand over my mouth, "shhhh, or they'll hear you." I didn't know what he meant, but he was scary, so I listened to him.

We fell a few more seconds, but it felt like eternity before we hit the ground.