Vox x Reader

-Not double Hell-

HEY YA FOLKS!

Since today (according to my online sister) is fanfic author appreciation day(?) I decided we get a special chapter! Here is kinda like an extra! And I have a few drawings:]
I've been facing art block so PLEASE, don't expect much

Anyhowww! I'm pretty back and booming!

Time for our chapter !

I expected dying a second time, would lead me to feeling nothing. Even when I was alive, I didn't believe heaven and hell, I thought death was nothing-ness. Or perhaps that's what I wanted there to be, to just get rid of anything to cause pain. This sacrifice. I'm already dead. Is there double hell?

It wasn't nothing-ness. More like a pause. The pause feels so long, yet so short. It feels like a long breath. The deepest, longest breath I've ever had.

Then suddenly it stops. And it's bright. I can feel my body, it doesn't ache, it's not shaking anymore. This doesn't make sense. I died again. The only way I'd still be "alive" is if...

It didn't work.

Light flashes and suddenly I'm in some room. It's all white, bright, pale pastel colors all over, there's clear windows. It's beautiful. Everything Hell isn't. I study the door in front of me. The sight of my body catches my eye. I'm not in the clothing I had been in when I died. I look at my hands, nothing seemed the same, but it was me.

I hear a gasp behind me and I quickly flip around. My heart pounds against my chest. When I turn around I'm not faced with anyone scary. Instead I see round soft eyes. A girl stands in front of me smiling ear to ear in the kindest way I've seen since I've died. Her hair is long, and white, matching her soft wings on her back.

"Another one! Sera! Another! Another sinner!" She squeaks, jumping enthusiastically. I move my gaze to the person she was speaking to.

She looked like the first girl, just taller, and more stern. She stares at me with an expression I have a difficult time understanding. Her face looks like she hated I was there, but in wonder as well. Speaking of which.. where am I?

I glance away quickly to get a look out the windows. A white city. Bright. Beautiful. Thriving.

It can't be...

There's no way...

I'm imagining this..

"Welcome to Heaven! My name is Emily!" I turn to see the young girl with her hand stretched out infront of me. I put my hand in hers. Heaven.

***

I pull my journal out, just like I do every day. Ever since I was given a place to stay here, I have written every day. Most entries I will admit, are to Steve. I'm well aware he'll never truly receive anything I have in ink in these papers, but the thought comforts me. Some are to Y/n, I hope they're doing okay. I also hope Hell is safe from Alastor.

" Today was a nice day. I spent most of the day strolling around the beautiful land up here. I wish I had been here the whole time. From what I see it's perfect, just like it's been said to be. I wish you were here though, Steve. I don't, and never have, believed we were meant to go to Hell. We both just made horrible mistakes, and I know you don't like to admit it, but you are a good person."

I stare at the page before continuing.

I had left him. Again. He thinks I'm gone forever.

I mean to him I basically am. I'm dead to him. No one knew you could be redeemed from Hell. As far as I was aware it was the princess's dream. To redeem the sinners. Charlie Morningstar.