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Dragmire explained everything. I was in Hell. I was once an angel, but now, I was merely a resident of Hell. Which, in my case, was a dream come true.
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I finally had a second of just sitting. He could work you to death, even though you were already dead.
As my eyeslids slowly closed, the flew back open as He, in all his dark spledor, barged in. Cowering in my corner, he grabbed me by my hair, then threw me to the other side of my small.
"How dare you help her!" he thundered, lightning piercing the sky.
I shook, trying to blend in the wall, but he grabbed by my hair again, and pulled me to my feet.
"Go get her and bring her to me," he hissed. -
I spotted someone behind me.
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I glanced down at the paper He had given me. Her name was Averil, nineteen, now bound for being a Gatekeeper of Hell.
"Come with me," I said. -
I obidiently nodded. I knew very well that you should never fhawk with ANYONE working in Hell.
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Silently, we plodded along the riverside, then up the path were we entered His home. There, he discarded me into my room until he would use me again. I shot the girl a sorry glance, I afraid of what he might do.
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I glanced at Him, intranced. Truth be told, I'd always had a minor crush on the Lord of Darkness.
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(XDDD lol!)
Quitely, I sat by the door, listening. -
(Ik,r? That's probably the reason she got thrown in Hell! XD)
I said nothing, wanting to make a good impression. Hey, I didn't want to take any risks! -
(secretly, everyone has a crush on the master. who can't resist a dark side?)
I listened intently. Silence, always a good deal. Then he began, starting out soft. -
(Oh, I know THAT for sure!)
I listened contently, as he shaped every word. Man, this had got a whole lot more interesting! -
I knew he would be rambling on for a while, so I carefully jumped out the window. I could hurt myself as much as I like, but once your one of Satan's servant's, nothing can hurt you.
I then snuck through a forest of charred trees to meet Jonathan. -
later...
'Why was I chosen for this role, Dark Lord?' I enquired, kindly, without showing any Fangirly-ness. -
Jonathon had been cast here with me, and now he was dying because of HIM.
I seethed, but made it to his small ramshackle house.
(gtg, again. -_- ttyl) -
Laters, Sisi.
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