Time Turner

~ Chapter Ten ~

~ Chapter Ten: The Lord Of Hell, Zalgo Himself. ~

Updated on October 26th, 2015

~~ Piper Aphrodite Rogers ~~

Looking around, Piper didn't recognize her current location.

She did, however, recognize the hot air, the screams of tortured souls, and the smell of venomous death clogging her nostrils. The same feeling of evil and paranoia enveloped her small frame like an unsettling blanket.

She looked around, to see she was standing on a stone floor, colored in crimson blood and raw flesh which had been scraped of dragged bodies, and stuck to the floor in chunks. Around that area, were something like mountains, at the tip, each mountain had it's own monster tearing someone/something apart like they or it was nothing but fragile paper. Fire, surrounded the mountains, blanketing the very bottom of the place, the torn apart people and things thrown into the fire, only to regenerate and suffer once more.

Ten year old Piper, stood in the center, watching it all go down.

She hadn't been terrified, seeing as, she had worked with various Pastas over the week she had lived in the Slendermansion. Dr. Smiley, Laughing Jack, Her own father and mother, Slenderman, Jeff The Killer, Happy Appy, Eyeless Jack, Zero, Nightmare Ally and so on. Each of their minds had been so gory and unsophisticated. Slenderman had been the most understanding and patient, and was sure not to go to far as Piper worked with him for a day.

Piper heard a booming chuckle erupt around her, it was so powerful, the flames below her had been blown sideways for a bit, and grew taller, as if It had been fed gasoline. Turning, Piper recognized a certain demon standing there, folding his hands behind his back, and looking down at her, as if she were a little puppy begging for the monster's help. However, Piper knew she wasn't helpless. Far from it, though, being in the powerful being's presence once again, made her shiver and want to cower under his frightening gaze.

"Piper Aphrodite Rogers." He smirked. "Very nice of you to pay me a second visit."

Piper didn't reply. She didn't feel the need to. Instead, The Ten year old looked down at what she had on at the moment. Black Leggings, Black Combat Boots, hair down and a blue tank top with two daggers sheathed at both sides of her waist, another had been sheathed at her right shoulder blade, and another two in each of her boots. Yes, Piper was heavily armed. Though, she doubted she could win a fight against Zalgo. The Almighty King of Hell, himself.

"How long has it been, dear? Two Days, a month - "

"Seven Days." Piper interrupted.

"Oh, how would I know. There is no time keeper in hell." Zalgo's gaze shifted over to something behind Piper, and hardened. "No, Tantalus! You must kill them before tossing them into the flames! You, idiot!"

"Tantalus?" Piper asked. "Isn't he like . . . The god of death, or something?"

"Ah, yes, he is. However, This is the underworld, not Greek Mythology Class, kid. The Tantalus here, is just an imitation from the real deal. Don't be impressed, especially if you thought this guy was that god. Even if he was . . . He still never gets the job done, right!"

"Why have you called me here? Why do you keep messing with me?" Piper gritted her teeth, irritation clearly evident as she prevented herself from adding a snarky comment.

"Well, it's very easy to access your dreams. Along with all the other Creepypasta children. However, you don't go crazy or freak out like they do. You seem to remember every little detail from the vision given to you. Which, is a very interesting gift, might I say. Though, this does not exactly confirm that I do not want you gone. Evaporated from all form of existence. It had been proven you were talented and gifted, maybe even more powerful than me. However, this does not mean you are indestructible. To me, you are a fragile piece of glass."

"What are you trying to say?"

"Listen carefully, Rogers. I'm only saying this once . . ." Zalgo grinned sinisterly, his eyes turning a devious shade of crimson red.

"War."