Hellbound Chronicles: Sinful Hearts

Among the seaside, surrounded by mountains and woods, lies the quaint little town Park Cove. A town founded in the mid-1700s. fishing boats sit among the docks, waves crashing against the shore, a grand lighthouse on a cliff overlooking the sea. A bustling community for tourism that receives thousands of visitors a year in the summer. But among this vibrant town lies secrets.

Waves crash against the rocks as a powerful thunder storm rages in the sea. The violent waves hit a ship at sea, making its way as heavy rain comes down and lighting streaks across the sky. Men on the upper deck scramble to secure their supplies and sails. The man in the bird's nest, screaming as he witnesses land close by as the lightning illuminates the cliff side.

As the ship makes landfall, the crew secures the ship, and everyone disembarks with their belongings.

Among the darkness of night stands a young man witnessing the chaos, when a soft voice pierces through the noises of the wind and rain. A gentle shake awakens him back to reality.

"Sweetheart, wake up," his mother whispers. "We are here."

Cracking his eyes, he witnesses his mom standing there holding a duffle bag as he steps out of the car. His father at the trunk pops his head out, jiggling the keys to the new house.

He smirks and grabs the keys from his father and turns around to see an old, rundown house. He looks at it with a look of disappointment. Approaching the house, he witnesses the old chipped paint, overgrown bushes, boards on the windows and questionable rail connected to the steps of the porch.

He steps up to the rail, touches it and both his parents watch as it falls off, thudding against the ground. Giving a glance back at his parents, his mom gives him a weak smile before glancing at her husband.

"Way to go, cheapskate, couldn't spring to get an already perfect place," she remarks, as he hands her another bag.

Taking boxes in hand, he just gives her a loving look. "It will be great. I got this place cheap because of the condition and we can remodel as we want it." He steps past her, heading for the porch, followed by his wife.

With caution, their son steps on to the porch, places the key and opens the door. A musky, stale air fills his nostrils, making him sick. He rushes from the porch and vomits in the overgrowth.

"Aiden, honey, are you alright?" his mother asks, ascending the porch steps and entering the house.

His father stands at the bottom of the stairs, boxes in hand, "Welcome to our new home." He leans to his wife to kiss her, but she backs away, shaking her head at the state of the house. Mr. Devereux shrugs his shoulders and wanders off, heading into the living room.

Aiden enters the house, standing next to his mom, glancing around at the interior. "What a piece of crap." He remarks, shaking his head in disapproval. His mother shoves his duffle into his hands.

"Maybe so, but your father is correct. We can remodel as we see fit for us. Now be more appreciative, sweetheart," she replies, staring at him. "Now go find yourself a room and we will be in the living room." She walks off, leaving him standing alone at the base of the stair, staring at them, wondering of their safety if walked on.

After a few seconds, he grabs the old splintered and worn banister and ascends the stairs to the second-floor.

Now, upstairs, he sighs as he looks around to find old wallpaper decor peeling off the wall, a light fixture hanging down being held by the wires, and again the old musky smell from the old carpet on the floor.

He slings his bag over his shoulder and makes for the first door nearby. Opening it, he sees an old bed, night table, and small dresser in the dimly lit room as the sun attempts to poke through the dust covered window.