UNHOLY

PROLOUGE - awake.

" I know you love me. "

 
  Waking up was like any normal day, except — your bed was a bit too.. rocky. Perhaps because it is.   Wait what ?    Jolting your body awake, you found yourself near a trashcan. Beside a road, whilst the sky was no more blue, orange-ish or dark. It was a shade of red, with a pentagram above.

A sign caught your eyes,  Welcom 2 hell . A badly, spelled and hung welcome sign. So you're in hell. You died. Or was it a dream? You weren't sure yourself.  Any normal person would freak out at this moment, but you just need to make sure it's not a dream, or is it a dream.

You sat, and began to stand. A bit wobbly.  A new feeling was behind your back, and where the Spines end, you turn your head to see a long, (colour)ed,  devil tail , and small torn angel-likw wings.  the wings were to signify, or imitate a fallen maybe.

To ensure its true : you led your hands towards your head.  Two, one smaller than the other pair of horns was on your head.

Where the gold, bright, halo supposed to be. You have done many sinful deeds, you were aware. To be seen as a higher , power being and everyone looks up to you for everything was what you thrive on. You killed numerous for not following your words of gods  and orders.

You had manipulated many into believing you could fix everything, their sin, as a priest. And a cult leader.  You filled their void, they say. You made them feel worth.  You made them have a purpose, and they love you for it.

The feeling was overpowering you so much, and you enjoyed it. You didn't event think you you'd be regretting it. As at the same time, you had made them follow the words of god.  But, basically made yourself seen as god.

You sinned so many times you have lost count, always relying on the holy Bible , and praying as a priest to clear yourself. This was no lucid dream, your heartbeat was nowhere to be heard, your tail swayed at your command and you were wearing a different version of your priest outfit.

  Aside from the demonic-like features, you still looked like yourself,  human. Despite everything, it's still you. You aren't going to change one bit , afterall you're already in hell.

  Now focusing on the reality, or after reality, the streets were filled with various demons. This is nowhere what has been expected, a fiery pits of endless torture. This is just like the earth, a normal after-life but way, way more chaos indulge.

  Some looking at you, giving a laugh, pointing and literally just critique you. You decide to pay no mind, the least thing you want is to cause even more hell to yourself and powerless against them.   Maybe you have a power! We'll find out soon, you're still new here. 

       

", your eyes says it all."