Camellia walked around, her head pondering. She was surrounded by the darkness, not a light to be seen. She did die, she knew that for sure. But where could she be and why?
"Camellia Darshell Layne." A voice called out, and Camellia looked around.
"Step forward." The voice added, and Camellia stepped forward.
Suddenly she was falling, the breeze making her eyes dry. Landing on a white floor, she rubbed her eyes to find pillars of quartz everywhere, and the vision was gone. She looked down to see fire, burning walls everywhere.
"Welcome to Hell. Enjoy your stay, won't you?"
Camellia immediately turned around to see a pair of blood red eyes staring at her, a young male with black hair.
"What?" She asked, puzzled.
The young male sighed, and his eyes gave a look of boredom.
" You have committed sins, and you shall pay for it. This is Hell, where all the sinful people live in different territories. To get out of here- Well you can't. Camellia, you have a ice cold heart, and you will live in the Winter territory. People will greet you there, so you understand?"
"I.. Yes." Camellia said in a low voice, looking at down at the fire down at her feet.
"Oh, you have powers too. But that will be explained when you arrive there." The young male stared into her eyes, and she nodded.
"Good."
The male gradually inched closer to her face, until his lips met hers.
"Obedient people are nice for a change." The male walked away into the darkness, and Camellia stood there in disbelief. She was dead for sure, locked in Hell.
