—Nathan POV— The last thing I remember I had gone unconscious after feeling a searing pain in my chest. Now all I feel is a sense of weightlessness, it was kind of nice. I opened my eyes to find that I was not, in fact floating but instead FALLING STRAIGHT ONTO A ROAD! My instincts took over just as I hit the ground, rolling to absorb the impact. It still hurt like fuck and I could tell there was something wrong with my back.
"Ugh. What the hell is going on?" I looked around finding myself in a weird city. This made no sense, one moment I was saving my brother from being attacked and the next I'm falling from the sky? The hell?
Looking around at my surroundings some things became abundantly clear. Number one: The heat and humidity , it felt like the middle of summer on the east coast. Not fun. Two: the people, not many people were around but I could tell there was something definitely wrong about them. Some looked somewhat normal albeit their skin was in shades of grey, red and pure bone white, but others were completely different! I saw a woman with the head of a lion, a man with a fucking clock for a chest, and WAS THAT A MAN WITH A SWORD FOR A HEAD!? Something was definitely wrong here.
I finally look up and I immediately know what the fuck is going on. "I'm in hell." In the place of the sky there was a massive stone ceiling with an absolutely massive glowing red pentagram.
Hell. The place where sinners go. Why the hell am I here!? Sure I was an asshole sometimes but I never did anything super bad!
I pushed these thoughts down. I needed to get my bearings. I picked myself of the ground and felt a new sensation coming from my back. I look behind me and I'm shocked by what I see. Two black feathered wings! I got over my shock and attempted to move them, I took to it rather quickly being able to open and fold my wings at will. I will handle flying another day. I fold my wings around myself to make them appear as a cloak.
I begin walking the down the street I landed on. Lost in thoughts of what was going on I didn't notice that nearly everyone around me had bolted from the scene. All had fled from something, or rather SOMEONE.
I was finally snapped out of my thoughts by a rather regal sounding voice.
"Art thou alright young one?"
I snapped my head up only to see a VERY tall man wrapped in a black cloak standing before me. The most unique things I noticed about him was his four eyes and spider shaped broach.
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I continued to look at him for a moment. This man felt powerful, very powerful.
"Yes I am, sorry to bother you."
He tilted to his head to the side seemingly confused.
"Hmm. Curious, thou doth not fear me. Usually sinners bolt at the mere sight of me. Art thou a newly fallen?"
I was beginning to grow worried, nearly all of my instincts were telling me to run.
"Y-yes sir, I only arrived in hell a few moments ago."
