The King of Hell

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Issei wakes up in a cage. Stripped down, restraints around his arms, feet and throat, unable to move, he cries out for help for what felt eterinity. For days he tried to break free, the more he tried, the more he screamed, the more painful the restraints became.

After a long time he became dehydrated. Eventually he heard a voice call out, it was unfamiliar; scratchy, grouchy, sounded like a sore throat, but definitely brittish "For the love God! Will you shut the hell up. (The stranger comes into view revealing a yey high man in a black suit) Hello Rat." Ise: "WHO ARE YOU? WHERE THE HELL AM I?!" the stranger answers: "well, you just answered your own question, you're in hell... as for my name you can call me Crowley, king of hell at your service" Ise:" No no you're lying I've been in hell, this ain't it." Crowley: "oh, no you've been to the dimension. This is the real deal. You're boss Rias sends her regards says not to hold back and all that jazz. Buckle up I'm gonna love the ride".

The pain Issei endures goes beyond words, beloved faces of old cut away his skin with each scream the cut gets slower and deeper, at the end of each day a high rank demon offers him a deal: work for them.

For eterinity he endures until a dark Demanding voice in Issei's head comes from his right arm "cease you're yammering child" his vocal chords run to the brink of hanging by thread. Ise: "what who's there?" The voice calls again "down here" Issei looks to his right arm glowing white and Purple, Ise: "what who are you?" The voice tells him to call it Dromus and he is his new partner.

(A/n: Thanks for reading enjoy your day/night bye 👋)

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