Lightyears away, through the cold expanses of our universe, way past the boundaries of the laws of physics, stands the Nether. Whether regarded as Hell, Magano, Jahannam, or as Dante's Inferno, it exists. Hell isn't anything as you think it to be, it isn't a place or a separate realm from the heavens. Instead, it takes the form of a beast. A raging, rampant beast, it's body resembles that of Eldur, glowing bright red and covered in all manner of lesions. Fear not, because Hell isn't just free to roam the oceans of creation. No, no. Pierced into its flesh are ten thousand golden chains, each being held by ten thousand angels. Their once white robes now covered in blackened blood and their halos, struggling to produce even a flicker of light. You see, the Nether exerts a sort of energy that causes anything that has been crafted around the power of the Animus, to be ripped into millions of shreds, slowly, agonisingly. The beast's radiance is so overwhelming that even the angels that hold its leashes, are incapable of ever smiling, yet alone feel the warmth of grace.
For every tug that the angels make in one direction, the Inferno yanks in another, its deep voice resonating through the universe, shaking stars into each other and planets to close to their sun. With every bellow, Hell took a new breath, with each inhale it grows brighter and with each exhale, black smoke billows out its mouth and nostrils, it's this smoke which contributes to the build of antimatter in the multiverses. So, by now reader, you may be wondering, where does the punishment of the damned souls occur? Well the answer lies within the beast itself. Jahannam has no heart, no stomach nor liver. Instead, there exists an expanse of seven levels, each constructed into the flesh and bone of the inferno. Souls that are damned to their retribution enter through its breath and are met with the Seven Gates of Hell. Each of them, possessing all manner of vile, merciless afflictions to those who are doomed to its confines.
As angels hurl souls through the massive gates into the fires and rocky expanses, there lies another purpose to the role of Hell. Situated in the heart of the beast lies a vast mountainous region. The jagged black rocks pile high above the thorn covered paths. On either side, dark figures peer out of the darkness, yellow eyes, radiating. Situated in the inner valley of this mountain range, lies the home of the devil, Nigrum Arce. A huge monolithic structure, which looked like it was carved not by hand but the claws of demons. The tower stood on the edge of a valley which bred many low rumbles and dark sounds. Inside the tower, there was no sign that it was possibly located in the depths of hell. Crimson carpets lined the floors and hallways. Majestic chandeliers hung from the ceilings, ushering light onto the lovely wood panelled walls. Up six floors up the grand staircase, the hall opened up into a large hall.
The room was lowly lit, yet enough to illuminate the faces of those who sat around the large, red stained table. The figures all sat resolute, their hands folded on their laps. There were thirteen chairs, six on either side and one large chair at the very top which was turned towards one of the corners of the room. "Ahem, my Lord?", belched a muscular looking man, whose face was covered in what seemed to be chocolate milk. The figure he was addressing sat in his chair, his legs folded and his hand placed on his knees. "I think it's best we address the situation of the Orc King", the man said. "Is that so?", replied the figure, "YOU think WE should?" " I?" "Well- I- I just thought", chocolate face replied before being cut short. The figure stood up, still facing the opposite direction, "You thought?"
His fully upright silhouette, bowed the heads of the demons, their eyes unable to move from their lap. Lucifer looked out of the window, taking a smooth breath of air as he looked out the large, clear window. He could see the souls, of people, some being crucified upside down then set on fire by giants, others, their skin being slowly ripped from their bodies as they hang from metal grates. Lucifer ran his hand through his black hair, down to his neck, twitching it slightly. "Demons don't think, Lyca, they do!", Lucifer snapped as he shot around with his hand extended. Six pairs of white, armoured wings appeared behind him, a blinding light filling the room with their glory. Almost immediately, a large red portal opened above the chocolate demon. He squirmed in his chair to no avail, slimy, decomposing arms reaching out of the floor held him in place. "Tell me what you think now, Lyca", said Lucifer in his smooth, unemotional voice, "you tell me what you think after your carcass is fed to your wife and children!"
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The Lancaster Chronicles: A Knight's Honour.
Fantasy"A Knight's Honour", it entails a newly enrolled student, Sebastian Lancaster who is trained on the divine art of The Knights Templar. He is enrolled at a University at which descendants of Templars from all across the world venture to in order to c...
