Molten Metal Veins

Hell to Pay

What if I told you there were a Hell and a Heaven waiting for each of us, and I'm about to tell you the story of how I, Jack Ranger, fight my way out of my hell and into heaven, no matter the cost of how I got there.

"I will leave this fucking hell, and you know damn well I did what I had to save them." I cursed and screamed out to him.

The heat of roaring infernos close by began to make me sweat even more, and the smell of burning flesh and screams of the damned everywhere around me. I looked around for anyway or anyone only to see one man with his back to me looking over a never ending lake of fire and brimstone, as for myself I could feel the heat from the fire burning my own flesh from my body, I slowly walked over to him and as I got closer cracked my knuckles into fists and gazed into the hell beast himself.

"Now come on Jack, why would you leave such an amazing place like this." As the man replied as he jabs his bony sharp finger into my shoulder.

I blinked and noticed he had moved away from me and now stood elsewhere.

" Who the fuck, are you?" I said has he turned to face me slowly,

"Now Jack we can be good friends and I know everything about you, even was there when you murdered your wife and daughter, there is no need for this." The man said in a very calm and inviting voice.

I took a few steps back, "No, they were dying I ended their suffering, I did what I had to." I said as I was becoming enraged.

"Now you need to understand that you are going to be here for some time, and by now you should know who I am, dark prince of this world, and if you'd like I can bring your family to damnation just as much as you." Lucifer replied just as intense as I was sounding.

"Now look bitch, you will never have my family or me, or ever and I will leave your hell." I yelled as I parked my size eleven shoe into his chest, kicking him back towards the now edge I see behind him.

I lean back a little as just before he looks up to me as he realizes what I'm about to do, "you will pay hell with the souls of your loved ones and your blood will be the mortar of hell.

A loud and sudden clanging noise awoke me from the dream that I guess I was having.

"Hey Asshole, rise and shine, guess what day it is." the guard yelled out to me as he bashed his nightstick across the cell bars as he walked down the block I was placed in.

He also happened to be a guard that's been here longer then I have and also he seems to hate me the most of all that are here, and lets say he has had it out for me ever since he found out what my crime was for being imprisoned for, but ill get to that soon enough. It doesn't help that I haven't been really sleeping well the past fifteen years that i have even been here, and yes I have been rotting away here, in this small cell for better or worse fifteen long and gruesome years. They just now decided to give me the death penalty and ever since I heard that judge's gavel drop the night of, I've had the same dreams night after night without fail.