𝘼𝘿𝘿𝙄𝘾𝙏 ☆ 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘹 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Hell • 1

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Content warning in description.

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I was stuck in a pain, laying on the cold ground. Cemented in one spot, like paralysis. All I could see was darkness.

Soon, the stinging in my chest fizzed away.

The numbness in my arms and legs trailed away.

The darkness cleared, I could finally see what was in front of my own face.

I wiggled my fingers with the little strength I had and brought my hand to my face to wipe my sore watering eyes.

But when I did, I almost let out a blood curdling scream, my hand was.. blueish.. gray..? And had claws rather than nails.

The only thing stopping me from yelling out of pure shock was my extremely dry and sore throat.

I put my hand up to my neck and gently massaged it, as to sooth the pain.

Then a realization hit me.

Where am I?

My squinting eyes shot open as my head darted around to see I was in some sort of big dim room. It smelled of heavy cigar smoke and whisky. There was a fire place place not to far away, it was about the only light source.

Only now did I realize I was laying on a couch. A dark magenta colour, velvet, looks expensive.

I peer to the left of me, where the back frame of the couch wasn't blocking my view. My heart dropped at the sight i just stumbled apon.
Demons.

Teens of demon men all around a circle table. They were all on the bigger side, wearing suits, dress pants, dress shirts, ties, gold watches and necklaces, just all pricey stuff.

A cup of alcohol sat next to all of them, there was cards in each of their hands. All their gruff and raspy voices were quietly talking amongst each other. I couldn't make out their words, let alone their conversation. They were all facing away from me and were Clear across the room, thank God, but that didn't help my nerves.

I don't know what the hell is happening, but either way, I need to get out of here. Now.

I try hard to sit up, but my aching body wouldn't allow it.

I forced myself to try over and over again, the more I did, the more pain I welcomed into my body.

Soon I was tearing up and grunting in discomfort, but I didn't stop trying. I couldn't. I life had to depend on this, right?

After maybe 15 or so long, long minutes of this, the worst sound I could possibly here was heard.

"Well I'll be damned," one of the demons at the round poker table said loudly while standing up. "The little guy is awake."

I gasped as tears threatened to spill down my face. What could I possibly do to save myself?

Even though I wasn't looking at them, I felt every pair of eyes at that table snap in my direction.