Demon Hunter [COMPLETE]

Chapter 54 - Escaping From Hell Is Easier Than Going To Heaven

🚨 A/N: By the way, this chapter has a minor decapitation warning attached to it so please proceed with caution - Signed Jem, a lover of reading all things gory, spooky and funny 🚨

*Raven's P.O.V*

"I got an idea," I exclaimed.

"And what exactly would that happen to be?" Darla huffed.

"Yeah, do tell us," Ambrose added.

"Well idiots, I've noticed that there's a lot of spiderwebs on the ceiling—"

"And what are we supposed to do?" Ambrose interrupted, rudely. "Clean it all up to show Satan we'd make good housekeepers, so that's why he shouldn't kill us?"

"No moron," I hissed, rolling both of my eyeballs, which I'm sure work better than their brains combined. I walked over to a piece of thread hanging from the roof and grabbed it, twisting it around in my palm. "Just as I thought. This substance is VERY sticky, more so than the type of spiderwebs we have back on earth. We need to trap ourselves in it."

"I'm sure getting eaten by spiders is less painful than getting our heads sliced off-oh wait, it's not!" Ambrose yelled, enraged.

"Ambrose, just shut the fuck up and let Raven continue," Darla sneered, glaring viciously at him. Then with a sweet, fake AF smile, Darla turned her attention back to me. "You were saying, dear?"

"We don't have to cover our entire bodies, Darla and pessimistic dick. Just enough for us all to stay glued to the ceiling. If the guard sees no one in here, they're more likely to enter inside to check...and then bam! That's when we ambush them," I said, explaining my whole entire (hopefully flawless) plan.

They were both silent for a moment.

"That's...actually not a bad idea," Darla mused, "let's do it!"

Ambrose nodded in agreement.

Awesome! I thought, rubbing my hands together, gleefully.

It's great that they're all on board with this plan. Now, it's time to web ourselves to the ceiling and wait for what happens next...

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With a shaky breath, I held onto the ceiling firmly, courtesy of the webs, as I listened for the footsteps of guards walking by.

Eventually, one guard peeked through the opening of the jail's door.

"What the FUCK?!" He boomed, frantically. "Where the heck are those living, breathing unethical jokes that are meant to meet their doom for our entertainment soon?!"

He opened the door and walked right in.

As soon as he did, both of us jumped from the ceiling and attacked him.

Yep, you heard that right!

Darla and I jumped. Unfortunately, Ambrose got a little tangled up in the webs. Might have to leave him then...I'm just kidding! We'll untie him and bring him with us AFTER we beat the living crap out of this guard and render him either dead or unconscious.

"Oof!" He screamed, as Darla slapped her hand over his mouth. "Secure him in place, Raven, while I take his head off!" Darla commanded.

I nodded and followed her command. Darla's hands circled around his throat as she started choking him.

I held his thrashing body tightly until he went limp.

Darla then began pressing her long, sharp blood red coated nails into his neck, getting ready to behead him.