Hellbound

VII. Petty Lies

 Hello dearies! I'm sorry for not updating for the longest time, but I've been quite busy all summer, plus school started and I do hope that none the less you enjoy this new chapter! :) 

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          The pit of souls was whaling for help when the messenger approached it. Guardians, or rather the Gate Keepers of Hell greeted the messenger when he stood at the edge of the pit, fire infesting in each of the souls as though it were a virus. They dared to question him when he commanded to have the soul that just entered hell. 

          ''Why would you need this soul?'' Their cocky tones were protruding from their voices with their horns curling from their head. Deep leathery skin with talons for nails and tritons for weapons, Hoofed legs, one could say they were a two-legged centaurian. With more muscle than a bull in their upper half, their eyes gleamed solely deep crimson. Easily, they stood a few feet higher than the messenger. In height. However, in rank, he had the upper hand. 

          The messenger smirked when he reached into either of their chests to grip their pounding hearts. He could feel them clench with fear as he squeezed his grip tighter,''My master needs this soul, it is something special. He has been waiting for it for a while now and if he doesn't get it in dear time. It will be him who will rip your hearts out because you didn't obey him.'' 

          The Gate Keepers coughed and nodded slightly, frozen in place with the fright of their lives. Nothing was better than pushing down an ego. 

          ''Now,'' The messenger let go of their hearts and withdrew his hands from their chests, their blood dripping on the ashen obsidian tiles,''Get me the soul.'' 

          Ten minutes later, the messenger stood before his Master with the soul crying for help, for mercy. It made him smirk, there was no mercy in hell. The moment the messenger walked into the chamber of his Master, he felt all eyes on him. 

          He held a girl with a raven mane and bambi-like eyes by the nook of her elbow as she collapsed to the ground before his Master. His master knelt and then cupped the girl's chin, commanding her to look into his eyes, for they were clouded. Disguised for what ever he was hiding. 

          The soul whimpered and whispered,''Please, don't kill me. Please, please. Mercy.'' 

          It made everyone in the chamber smirk, the air stung with torment. Even the Masters lips curled upwards as he scoffed a chuckle,''I'm sorry my dear. But you've reached the wrong level of death. Mercy doesn't exist in my chambers.'' 

          He stood, and raised her by her chin with him, her hair pooling over her bare chest and petite figure. Oh, she was so young. So innocent. However, nothing special; only a speck of what could be. 

          Master slung her to Mareshka, and his lips that had been curled with a smile, formed into a snarl,''Get her out of here, she's innocent.'' 

          Then it hit him. Hard. 

          The messenger panicked and he went to speak immediately, however, he was interrupted when he flew across the room again, his head hitting the ivory entrance doors. If he had still had his skull, it would've cracked to bits. 

          His master came at him, his visage indistinguishable as he curled his fists, fire protruding between the spaces of his fingers. The messenger whimpered when he stood before him within the blink of an eye; his ivory silky dress shirt and pants gave him the personal touch to make the messenger's nonexistent soul tremble.