Time to kill

Gates of the underworld

"Oh my god!" everyone, except Stiles, said in sync with each other.

Stiles, Malia, Liam and Derek left home when the clock struck midnight, ready to save their friends. However, they didn't expect Hell to be quite like this. The smell was almost gag worthy for the werewolves, but that wasn't all. Standing before them were two massive, tall, black doors with sinful symbols engraved onto every inch of it. The patterns were blood red and left everyone frozen in place. Their eyes drifted to the area beneath the gates where thick, black fog stretched its legs underneath it, swirling around creating vicious designs in the air.

"So this is Hell I take it? Those doors are just, wow" Malia spoke.

"What doors? There's nothing there. I don't understand what you're all gaping at, we have to get going." Stiles retorted.

All heads snapped in his direction, watching him like he was crazy. Malia came close to him and pointed towards the giant doors, "You're not seeing that? Not even the black fog?"

"No! Wait, what black fog? You guys are confusing me."

"It must be sealed from human eyes. Only supernaturals can see it. Hold on, I'm going to try something."

Derek jumped over the towering gates, leaving everyone in shock. How he jumped over that was a mystery to everyone. After a few seconds, Malia spoke up, "See anything?"

"No, the only thing here is a light switch,"

'Really? A light switch?' He thought to himself.

"Why the hell would there be a light switch?" Derek voiced his thoughts.

"Derek, we have no time to think about why there's a light switch there right now. Just switch it and let's see what happens."

As Derek flipped the switch from on to off, the doors were revealed to Stiles, leaving him flabbergasted. "The... what the? How did?" Stiles stuttered, his face slowly morphed from confusion to realization. "That's awesome! How did he do that?" Stiles beamed, gawking at the doors. The black fog slowly disappeared and the doors began to open. "That's great babe, but how about we go inside so we can find Scott and my best friends?" She smiled at him. As the group walked through the doors they met a Halloween themed looking castle surrounded by a yard resembling a cemetery. Cautiously, they proceeded to walk through the yard following a path towards the castle. Before they knew it they had crossed the yard and stood at the doors of the mansion. "It can't be that easy. No guards, dogs, demons, no crazy, weird, vicious supernaturals?" Liam said sceptically. "Not yet," Derek said, preparing for the worst. It seemed as if everyone held their breath as Malia opened the doors to the castle. "I'm not ready to die," Stiles mumbled as they walked into the house. It was pitch black, the doors slammed shut behind them, making it impossible to see their own hands in front of them. "We're screwed," Liam whispered. Before anyone could say anything else, bright, white lights flicked on revealing a huge concrete room with dozens of doors on either side. Standing before them was the man himself, Volac.

"What took you guys so long?" He said, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Let the party begin!" he bellowed.

Following Volac's words, their own friends, Lydia and Kira appeared at his side along with five other werewolves. Liam and Derek were in wolf form and Malia morphed into a coyote when Stiles glanced at them. By the time he looked back, Kira and Lydia were running towards them with the werewolves at their sides. Their eyes were black and sinful. However, the only thing on Stiles' mind was Scott. Before they could charge at the pack, Stiles moved out of the way, heading towards the first door to his side. He had to find Scott. As Stiles approached the door, he was knocked to the ground by Kira. Malia immediately came to his rescue, shoving Kira to the side.

"Go find Scott," she quickly said to him.

Stiles quickly scrambled off the ground and ran into the room the door led to. He glanced behind him to see fire coming out of Kira's hands and Lydia screaming. Not wanting to see any more, he shut the door. Stiles faced his attention to the room. "Scott! You in here? Scottttt!" Stiles made an attempt to look around the room but the torture devices hanging on the walls made it impossible for him to stay in it any longer. At the back of the room there was another door so he decided to check in there.

Stiles eventually looked into 5 different rooms and still could not find him. Frustration overwhelmed Stiles causing him to scream out Scott's name, praying that he called back.

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Scott was bound by his arms and legs in a dark room surrounded by wolf bane when he heard Stiles call out to him. The sound of his voice gave Scott a sense of hope as he forced himself to sit up from his slumped position on the floor. He was so tired after countess futile attempts to escape and the wolf bane surrounding him wasn't helping the situation. Scott mustered up his energy and shouted out Stiles' name as loud as he could. After a minute, he heard rushed footsteps and the door opening to his room. Scott's head snapped up to see Stiles rush into the room. "Oh thank God," he heard Stiles mutter. He watched as his friend proceeded to untie him. Stiles helped his friend up and pulled him into a tight hug. "Scott are you okay? I'm so sorry I didn't reach here sooner but you know, Hell's a little hard to find," he mused, trying to lighten the mood. "The pack is here to save you, Kira and Lydia. They're fighting out there like badasses." Scott glanced at Stiles, chuckling a little. "Where is he? He's controlling them, he's powerful, he can make others hallucinate, make them see terrible things and feel painful things. We need to save everyone before it's too late. Come on." Scott ordered, an angry tone lacing his words. He shot Stiles a determined look, revealing his red eyes. Stiles followed Scott to where the group was still fighting.

Scott's growls soon grew into a threatening roar. Everything stopped in time the and the fighting came to a halt. "Volac, you think you could beat me don't you? The only reason why you've come this far is because of your manipulating ways. You controlled Kira and Lydia, messed with my dreams. If you want to fight, fight me but I promise, in the end you will be the one on the floor and I will be walking away. If you do win though, I will go with you, give you what you want." After these words tumbled from Scott's mouth, a chorus of worried voices raised among the pack. Scott shot them a look signalling for them to keep quiet which they all obeyed with respect. "Okay Scott. If you do win, what will happen?" Volac spoke. "You leave my pack and I alone. Never set foot near us again, No controlling anything or anyone at all. If I see your face I won't let you live." Scott threatened. "Great! But let it be known, it's a fight to death, because this is Hell isn't it? So let's fight to kill..."

Before anyone could move, a violent tremor shook the ground. "This is going to be the end of all of us" Liam mumbled before his vision went blurry as the floor crumble beneath him.