Aaron Salvatore and Hope Mikaelson. They were a force that should never be challenged. They were the best of friends since their dads were best friends. After Hope's dad died, Hope pushed everyone away. Except Aaron.
All Aaron had wanted was to fol...
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The hooded figure was strolling down the long passage ways of Hell, looking at every door they passed, the only thing they heard was the slight thud of their footsteps and the soft whispering tune of the wind. Out of boredom, the hooded figure swung one of the doors open and saw a man locked inside a circus cage with two clowns laughing wildly on either side of the man as they made balloon animals before popping them and blood exploding everywhere after every balloon popped.
The hooded figure shook their head before closing the door. They carried on down the passage way, humming the tune to I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire. As they walked, they came across two demons fighting each other. The hooded figure just continued on past the two with no care at all. They were used to it at this point. After all, they'd been in Hell for a long, long time. Suddenly, a tortured soul covered in blood and numerous cuts collided with the hooded figure. "Please help me. Don't make me go back in there. I'm begging you." The soul pleaded.
The hooded figure saw one of the doors open before sighing. They grabbed the Soul's arm and started dragging them towards the room. "STOP! PLEASE, STOP!" The Soul screamed. The hooded figure didn't hesitate to through them into the room before slamming the door shut on them. They leaned their back against the door, shaking their head. They turned to the two demons fighting. "HEY!" They called out. The two demons quickly moved away from each other, panting heavily. "Get back to work. Whoever's working this room, your soul just escaped. Be glad I caught them." The hooded figure scolded them.
"Sorry boss." One of the demons apologised. "Sorry." The second demon repeated. The hooded figure just sighed before continuing on through the passage ways.
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Salvatore Boarding School
Aaron was sat in the Counsellor's Office, staring down at the desk as Dr. Goodfellow began talking. "So, Aaron. How have classes been?" The man asked. Aaron shrugged. "Fine. Good grades. Haven't been kicked out. I'd call that a success." Aaron told him. Dr. Goodfellow hummed at his answer. "So, we're not going to talk about what happened?" He asked. "Talk about what?" Aaron asked, looking up at the man.
