*Possible trigger I will put *TW* right before said trigger that way if you would like to read it you can skip until *ETW (end trigger warning)
"Y-You're an...angel?" He just got a whole lot scarier for some reason. Micheal nodded, "You are starting to worry other angels. Lucifer has tried to turn more souls into demons and hurt the living as you know from mental illnesses and murderers and such. I know he went after your friends and you. We're all worried he'll take you again and this time you won't be able to take the pain and agree to help him. Therefore aside from my usual duties as an angel to make sure you don't betray your friends. I'm supposed to keep the worlds separated. Heaven, hell, and earth. No spirits are able to get to your friends except for Mister Shadow. He is too powerful to keep away. I will be watching them from afar and for now i leave you be," and with that he disappeared. Not a minute later I was getting dragged into Hell.
"Wake up!!!" I heard feeling an intense pain in my knees. I screamed out as i opened my eyes. My arms were chained up above my head from the ceiling, my legs dangling over a sea of fire. Lucifer hit me with the head of the cane in my nose causing a loud cracking noise. Even though I am dead, I still get effected with physical pain. Only difference is i can't die from injuries. I felt the warm blood gush down my face. I tried to swing the chain away from him but i could't. My knee throbbed with pain from the first blow. I screamed out as he hit me in the stomach. "You're going to get them to give up! Get them to kill themselves! Then get them to help me. We're going to take over heaven, and i need as many souls to help!"
*TW* With that he took out a knife and cut at my arms as a way to hurt my pride. Reminding me once again of when I was in my darkest spot. "You're nothing. You're weak and none of your friends cared when you disappeared. They're all better off with you gone and now you'll stay here forever since your little friend is stopping my demons from getting through then he's stopping you from getting back. ((*ETW*)) Welcome to Hell." He said before fading away with his devilish grin.
I ended up passing out from my wounds and I woke up still hanging from the chain in the ceiling. Everyday it was the same. Him asking me to help him, me refusing, him beating and humiliating me and me passing out. The wounds started hurting less because with each new scar and bruise i cared less and less about what was happening. I deserved it, and it felt like I'd be there forever so no point in helping hurt more people. One day however, the way out of hell opened up...someone was messing with an Ouija board.
