Strings of Fate

Chapter 2: Sizzling

Y/n's POV:

A few years later

 

It's been a few years since I arrive in Hell. It wasn't so bad actually. I had yet to learn how the hierarchy was or what really meant all those sinners by collecting my soul since days after I became a sinner, all thanks to that woman I met. Good thing I didn't sold mine yet.

My now good friend let me a not-so-destroyed house a week after I woke up in Hell. It looked abandonned for some time already, but she assured it's still warm and cozy there. She was so sorry she couldn't give me a better one that I would had felt bad to refuse her generosity. And, to be honest, this place is huge!

There's way enough place to have half a dozen of people here without feeling like walking on each other's feet. All would have their own room, and massive bedrooms to say the least. Beds of red and black covers with coal colored wood bases, red-ish tapestry with golden details, an elegent hearth and, my personnal favorite, a lovely bookcase full of intriguing novels. There is also a wall I still didn't completely seal yet from this bomb exploding near it 3 days ago, but it's almost done.

I could say it's like living in the human world. Or at least just enough to read a book and drink the tea I found on the counter without someone to barge in and yell indescriptible nonsense. Maybe the reason no one did it again is because the last one who tried to didn't ended up so well after...

I did warned him, at least.

Hope her clients loved him and his fingers.

Looking through the wall's hole to the view outside, looking at how the sky was a beautiful bloody color and the temperature quite warm. It was a gorgeous view when you looked a little longer, with all those shades of red. Burgundy, rose red, vermillion, cherry, garnet.... Indeed a gorgeous view.

Or maybe I spoke a tad too early. Now, there's some commotion near and my tea already got cold. Knowing I wouldn't have the concentration needed to continue, I closed the novel before standing up and leaving home to see what was that all about. Probably a cannibal who stole another's meat again.

As I walked the streets to the place near the Emporium, where all the commotion seems to be, I greeted the cannibal sinners who waved to me. I like this better than them trying to bite off my arm or wings at any moment. Back to the commotion, I arrive to the Emporium and look to the group of cannibals who got around someone, or something. And that something was...

Rosie's radio? What was the new voice this time?

I knew Rosie had one, but I never really saw it entirely with all those sinners always encircling it. A beautiful wooden radio, with delicate features. The voice coming from it was the one of a man, a soft but not so scary man's voice, one I didn't recognized. Who could it be?

Indeed, this past week, there was Overlords going missing. Not just small Overlords, no. We talk about heavy, powerful Overlords that disappeared all of a sudden in thin air. Everytime one of them disappear, a new voice was heard during a broadcast, screaming. Even I, who didn't knew a lot from those, knew that kind of power was rare, maybe never seen in a simple mortal being before. How did this man had this much power and how horrid was he to do this much sins as a human to get them?

The broadcast ended in a concert of loud screams and shouting, the words they desperately tried to say being all muffled up by the sizzling of the radio. Everything went silent and everyone went back to their activities. But I stayed there, looking at the radio still sizzling. I turned it off and still looked at it and it's lovely details before Hell's clock sang it's song again.

151 days before the next extermination.

I hope the ones I cherish won't be the next on their list.