Ashes // an intrulogical story

VII

TW // language, hell

Logan's POV

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I pulled Remus closer to my chest. He turned around in my arms and nestled his face into my shoulder.

This is so amazing. He is so amazing. I love him. I just want to stay like this forever.

Holy shit.

I can stay like this forever. We're down here forever. And we don't have any responsibilities. We may be in hell, but it's perfect.

Oh fuck. There's a catch, isn't there?

I gently shake him awake. "Wake up, Re"

He groaned and wrapped his arms around me.

"I know, dear" I kissed his forehead. "But I realized something scary"

He bolted up. "Scary? I'm awake, and I'm excited. Tell me more"

I chuckled softly. "Well, I was thinking. Everything feels perfect. I've never felt so lucky. You're the best guy I could've asked for... but we're in hell. We're supposed to be being tortured. There has to be a catch"

"Oh fuck. You're probably right" he got out of bed and put a shirt on. I did the same. "Let's go get to the bottom of this"

We walked out of our room like we were on a mission. In a sense, I suppose we were. We walked down the hall. Contrary to popular belief, not all of hell if filled with fire. It's really just a small section, which is separated from the rest of it.

Eventually, we found the place we were looking for. In a way, hell is a bit like a school. Lots of rooms for different purposes, a cafeteria, a gym, and the place we were standing outside of. A front office. We pushed open the door.

"Can we talk to the big guy?" Remus asked. I gently elbowed him in the side. He really needs to think about how he words things before he says them.

"He's busy right now, have a seat. He'll probably be with you in about 10 minutes, not that time is important down here" the demon behind the desk told us. Remus and I sat down. He must have noticed that I was nervous, because he took my hand and gently squeezed it.

"It's gonna be okay" he whispered to me. I nodded. I knew I was probably making a big deal out of nothing. A door opened.

"I heard you wanted to talk to me?" a voice said. I don't know if you've ever thought about what the devil looks like, but if you have, you were probably wrong. His presence is oddly comforting. He has pale skin, fluffy red hair and a red beard. He always wears maroon suits. He has a very heavy southern accent.

"Yes sir" I said, standing up, Remus right next to me, still holding my hand.

The man led us into his office. "What did you two want to talk about?"

I took a deep breath before answering. "What's the catch? We're in hell. We're supposed to be being punished. We're both having the best time ever. There's a catch. What is it?"

"I don't have any say who goes where when they die. To be honest, I don't always agree with the decisions. But, I get to pick everyone's punishment. There isn't a catch. Logan, you don't deserve to be down here. I'm not gonna punish someone who doesn't deserve it. Remus... you just fascinate me. I don't want to try to punish you because I think you're cool as fuck"