[COMPLETE] A rambly angel. A debonair demon. A very stuck elevator...
NIRAEL has never been the best angel. A little too loud, always in the wrong place at the wrong time, she constantly finds herself written up by her archangel superiors for minor...
Note: This chapter was supposed to be called (strikethrough)Sauron's Sanmu's Tower, but Wattpad wouldn't let me :(
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11:16 PM
Hell
Let me repeat that for you, shall I? Just in case you're still not sure where I am.
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(Drumroll please!)
HELL.
It sounds so ominous when I put it in writing.
Hell.
Hell.
Hell.
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11:35 PM
Sanmu just looked over my shoulder and remarked, in tones so disdainful they could've skewered a penguin, that I should probably add a few more drops of blood to my last drawing to really prove my point about Hell's depravity.
Snarky bastard.
11:39 PM
Still in Hell
...I can't believe I'm really here.
It's the one place I never thought I'd travel.
You know when someplace is off limits your whole life, and then you go there anyway and realize it was off limits for a reason?
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11:45 PM
I guess it's not that bad.
You kind of get used to the brimstone after awhile.
And the screams of souls roasting over 1,000,000,000-degree flames.
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11:48 PM
It's the place where Azerath grew up.
So it can't be entirely bad.
(...As I was writing that last sentence, a flaming lava pit exploded and splattered the window with gooey lava.
Ah, the irony.)
... Anyway, I'm getting off topic. I should probably explain how I got to Hell, and why I'm not currently being held over a fiery chasm by a horde of angry demons.
11:51 PM
The best-laid plans have a habit of falling apart the moment you try to execute them. Since my excursion into Hell did not qualify as a best-laid plan, or even a well-thought-out-plan, or—let's be honest—a plan with any sort of thought put into it at all, it was doomed from the start.
