A/N- Sorry if the first part felt kinda rushed. I just wanted to get it done so i can get to the good stuff.
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(Y/N)'s POV
Limbo
Me and Cherri reached Limbo. The place was dark and filled with freshly dead souls. They were afraid and confused.
Cherri: Welcome, (Y/N). Welcome to the first circle of Hell, Limbo. Here suffer those that did not sin, yet did not have the required faith. This is the realm where virtuous pagans and unbaptised babies reside.
I heard baby cries behind me. I looked around and found a newborn baby in a caccoon.
(Y/N): A child? Here?
I picked it up.
(Y/N): How can this be?
Cherri placed her hand on my shoulder.
Cherri: I know. It's not fair for a baby who still hasn't learned about all that bullshit to be down here.
The child turned to dust in my hands.
(Y/N): Damn... And here i thought Lucifer wasn't the forgiving type.
Screaching noises surrounded us.
Cherri: Come. Quickly, (Y/N). That's not the place to think about that.
Before we knew it, we got surrounded by demon babies with blades for hands.
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Cherri: We gotta go! NOW!
(Y/N): Why? They don't look like much.
I jumped toward them and began eating them.
Cherri: *Sigh* *Pulls out bombs* You're lucky you're cute.
She started throwing bombs at the babies. It seemed like we were gonna win, but there were just too many of them.
(Y/N): *Tired* Maybe running wasn't such a bad idea... Let's go.
She nodded and started running. I punched one last baby and caught up to her. The rest of the horde started chasing us.
Cherri: Over there!
She pointed toward a door across a broken bridge. I grabbed her bridal style and she blushed. I launched us across the gap, and directly through the door. I quickly shut it behind me. The sounds of demonic babies falling could be heard from the other side.
(Y/N): *Out of breath* Next time... Remind me to get more milk.
Cherri: I can give you some of mine if you want~
I was about to protest, but then head whisperings.
