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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Salvatore Boarding School
Aaron was sat in the Great Room by the fireplace, Riven sat curled up in his lap as Aaron scratched the top of the familiar's head gently whilst staring at the warm flame.
"When I told Hope I didn't really remember much ofbeing in Hell, I lied. The truth is that I rememberevery second of my time there. I remember everysecond spent walking those pathways. Every time Iput souls back into their torture rooms. I rememberbeing hunted down into purgatory. Having to hideout from hunters and hellhounds. I wish I could forgetall of it. But I can't. And I'm probably never going to.The only reason I endured it all was to get all theblack magic that was killing me out of my body.Which did happen. But then I got screwed over. Guess I'm cursed after all." Aaron's voice said as his mind took him back.
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Hell ~ Year 1
Sat on the throne of Hell, Aaron had his wrists strapped on either side as he struggled to free himself. He grunted as he pulled on the restraints but it was no use. "Accept your fate and you'll be free from your restraints." The Ferry Man's voice spoke in Aaron's mind, who shook his head, continuing to tug on the restraints. He panted as he looked down at the endless, winding passage ways full of different torture rooms and demons. "Let me go. I didn't agree to this." Aaron grunted, tugging on the restraints but they wouldn't budge. On the side of his neck and down to his collar bone, three deep claw marks could be seen, blood oozing from the wounds. The mark of a hellhound. Aaron winced as he felt the deep scratches begin to heal slowly before leaving three scars in their place.
