I followed the sidewalk to Hell. The sidewalk was made of burning charcoals. The demons followed to make sure I didn't put my shoes back on. The only thing I want right now is a miracle from God. Anything. If He would just cool my tongue this place of constant fear and darkness would be nothing. If any part of me could be cooled any other pain in this place would be nothing. I want my shoes on. I want them on NOW. The instant I put them on the demons breathe fire on to my entire body. Now my shoes are gone and I've nothing on. I am barren. My skin is not damaged but the pain of burning your finger on a lighter is pulsing through my body.
These hollow bodied demons may be present; watching my every move, but I feel more alone than ever before. They've no heart, no feelings; they are mindless. They are soulless vessels being controlled by the devil himself. They are his extra eyes, feet, arms, everything. These creatures of nothing are bringing me to meet the devil. From what I can tell, he will be the most horrifying thing I will ever lay my eyes on. Every pain, hurt, fear, sin, and hate will be on his face. The wrong of the world is his fuel. God help me.
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Hell
EspiritualThis is a fictional first person story about a man named Jethrin who literally goes through hell to get to his Lord. This story describes the pain and suffering of not going on God's path.
