FROM THE UNDERWORLD: QUEEN OF HELL.

CHAPTER 1.

                      PERSEPHONE MEETS ALIA FAYWAVER.

(Photo Of Alia Faywaver Up Top!)

** Earth. 2 Years Later.

ALIA'S POV.

It has happened. Everything I was shown visions of 2 years ago.. took place, unbelievable. Never in my life did I ever think such a visionary would take place. Raking such immense shifts in our world.

Recently for the past month I've been unable to sleep, to even shut my eyes for longer than a minute because of  forthcoming endless visions.
Pain in the ass I tell you.
I would continuously see the birth of a child coming through the fires of Hell, the red luminaries of Hell.. moreover I was involved?
Have I gone completely insane or did I receive an early description of what my afterlife is to look like?

I laugh, mentally slapping myself at my stupidity.
This is earth, not fucking Thor's world or some bullshit and on top of that I'm only 20. What could I have possibly done to be deserving of... of Hell?

Nevertheless, 2 years have passed since the biggest Natural Disasters came to put the world to ruins.

And, my ignorance is pure bliss! I think to myself while I continue my drive to the Islands beach where The Silent Death erupted 2 years back, my curiosity has always taken the best of me.

I better not get my Royal Blue Maybach S-class damaged on my arrival to the beach ruins.

Citizens are now finally allowed to freely but carefully roam the streets as the economy starts to rebuild the utterly ruined parts of the Island to their former glory.

It's probably unsafe for me to be going to the site of the beach- well mainly because nobody is allowed to as of yet- but who cares?

I'm Alia Faywaver, afraid of nothing!

Plus I'm not about to miss the chance to pick up lava crafted gems even if it's at the cost of walking over dead bodies.

God bless their souls.
I silently pray.

I have pro skills when it comes to such disastrous matters, in fact, I have skills in everything. I may look like a Vogue cover model but I have some wit!

For me, being a seer comes with danger or whatever my mother had told me it comes with- I barely remember what she said that day, I was too focused on which car factory I was going to rob. Oops- did I say rob?

Anyways, back to the deformities of being a.. seer. It comes with incurable curiosity towards the world's inexplicable matters, although that almost got me killed. A number of times.

I finally come to a stop by the beach, which is taped in yellow police tape probably to show that only Forensic workers and investigate police are allowed on the scene but why would I care?

Walking towards the beach, I inhale the smoky dead air, starting to wonder, if not for my visions, did all this take place because we live near the Bermuda Triangle? I mean yes, crazy theory but it would only make sense on the account of, what the fuck do I have to do with Hell?

Stepping on the freshly cooled lava, I grimace over the fact that I may be walking over dead bodies.
The places surrounding the volcano are in ruins.. I can feel the innocent lives lost.

I send another short prayer to the heavens for a safe journey of these partly innocent souls.

Admist the disaster, it truly is an extraordinary site.
I scan around in search of any precious gems whilst taking a few snaps from anything I found interesting.
Slowly but surely, I made my way towards the volcano- a shiny jewel may have caught my eye.
Mind you, I have an eye for these sort of things.