𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

It feels explosive

The extreme heat gushed into your face as you opened the door to level three. The familiar smell of volcanic ash and charred skin lingered under your nose.

You hover at the doorway, nervous to walk through.

"Goddess!" Dagr yells

You turn and look back at Dagr who resumes his position as Ferryman. He smiles, holding his hand up, throwing something towards you.

You catch it with ease, opening up your palm to find your infinity bracelet returned back to you.

You look up at Dagr who's boat had already started to drift away, leading towards more souls who need to pay the toll, but no longer needing to pay the price.

You shed a tear, grateful for Dagr, for the sympathetic Ferryman of the underworld. For the kind soul shifter who resides in hell.

"I have full belief in you Goddess! bring back our Queen of the damned, save Hela!"

Dagr's voice trailed off, now only seeing the distant glow of his fluorescent lantern.

You fasten the clasp, tracing your finger over the infinity symbol "Eternity, empowerment and everlasting love" you whisper, stepping through and instantly feeling the smouldering heat.

You hear the screams of those trapped within the pits just ahead, you remind yourself that this was level three. Reserved for the most deprived evils, and not to feel sorrow for their suffering.

You walk through the damned who's charred bodies walk blindly. Falling into fire pits, and molten lava because they can no longer see or hear.

To your surprise you see hoards of imps, gathered in crowds, tormenting the dead.

Releasing the imps was another overturned order by Hades. He set free all the cunning and manipulative creatures, allowing them to roam freely around hell.

You decided it was best to ignore them entirely, yet you kept hearing a pained whine. It was different to souls of people, it almost reminded you of Fenrir's wails.

You continue to walk ahead, ignoring it, you knew whatever they torment resided in level three, it probably deserves its pain.

The imps watch you warily as you strut past and head towards the towering dark palace. Once you were fully past their boundary they continued their torture, kicking at something small on the floor.

A high pitched shriek bellowed out from the middle of the imp crowd, the imps surrounding whatever creature it was.

The wail tugged on your heart, making it impossible to turn a blind eye.

You took a long deep breath and sighed, damning your empathetic nature. You spin around on the balls of your feet, unable to ignore the cry's of whatever they torture.

You march over to them, annoyed with their cruelty.

They out numbered you by hundreds but you knew they were feeble when challenged.

"Whatever you're kicking around like a football, stop it now and leave it be!" you order, sounding stern.

They all stop and look at you. Some showing fear whilst others show defiance, puffing out their small chests, inching forward.

"You might want to rethink that imp!" you warn the few getting closer.

They stop abruptly, seeing your fists balled, and your eyes glint with darkness akin to Hela's. They stumble back, fearing your wrath.

You watch as a few scamper away, and like a mass of sheep the rest followed suit.

Imps preferred to stay in a crowd rather than be alone. Once the majority decide to leave, the rest run scared.