The Rise of the Fallen Queen

Chapter 33

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CHAPTER 33

HELL...

The atmosphere of hell was suffocating. Part of it was like being locked away in a hot dank basement that smelled absolutely foul. The other part was like being buried in an old ice box with a heap of rotting flesh. There was no fresh air anywhere, your lungs continually burned with pollution, and you were constantly choking on dust and ash. Broken glass and sharp stones covered every surface. There was nowhere to sit or lay that would give you any comfort or rest.

The constant shrieks and shrilling screams of the damned were in constant play. Souls walked about with blank hopeless stares. Every once in a while, an angel would come and escort a soul from this place. The soul had served their sentences given to them from the moment they died as punishment for their sins. These souls would be given another chance to redeem themselves on earth.

Night watched a woman being violently raped by several small cherub demon spawn. There was nothing he could do for her. He went pass them ignoring her screams. Vastator walked by his side using his sword to slice through several of the lustful winged creatures as they started swarm around them. Shrieking with their surprised anger they flew off leaving the two men untouched.

Spawns were children birthed by male demons and the evilest of human souls. Both men and women could give birth to these creatures. There was no good or soul to these Spawns. Most are born full grown and rip their way from their host's bodies. Their first action is to use their sharp teeth to eat their parent while raping them.

The Spawn cannot produce children but they're the ones who do the most tormenting to the lost souls. When humans portray the devil as being red with horns, leathery wings, and a pointed tail, they're really describing the Spawns of demons.

Entering the demon's quarters, Night and Vastator went up the winding stairs to the top of the tower. Their quarry sat on a white throne set high above the tormented souls, the screaming banshees, and demonic creatures.

The lord of hell was being entertained by several beautiful women who danced before him in chains. While demonesses, who once sang in praises in a heavenly choir, lifted their voices in lewd songs glorifying the defilement of innocent children.

Night wished he could stuff cotton in his ears to block out the noise and words. His stomach turned and bile rose when he thought of his son in the hands of some pervert. "How do you stand this?" he asked the demon next to him.

Vastator sighed heavily. "When you're down here, you lose your sense of morality. There is no righteousness here. It is truly a godless place. You become a slave to the shackles of sin that drag you down into a pit that there's no escape from. Fighting it is almost impossible. I've given in more than once. Some of the Spawns that I killed on the way here were mine." He admitted shaking his head. "I hope we are not here long enough for you to fully understand."

Night nodded his head. "I hope you're right."

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Sprite Kingdom...

The guards entered the throne escorting the demon caught entering into Sprite lands without permission. Atticus knelt before the King and Queen.

"I did not give you permission to leave." Athens said sternly.