The Devils Son

3. The pit

  It has been a long time since Levi has came back. Agramon came back once and made me drown again but this time I was in the ocean and there was a layer of oil on fire on top of the water so I couldn't come up for air without burning.

  I don't even know how long I've been here, it feels like days but at the same time it could be hours. I'm still trying to grasp hell and heaven and what I did to get here. Some things started to come back to me like my family. My Father and brother. I don't know where they are and it only scares me more that they might be down here with me. Why can't I remember the crash? Or who I was with?

  I look up at my door when I hear the big door at the end of the hall open and close. I back further into the corner and I can feel a tear go down my cheek as everyone in the cells around me start to cry and beg for mercy.

  My door opens and Levi enters without a torch this time, closing the door behind him. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. I'm more scared of Agramon than Levi but judging by the screams of the people around me, they are way more scared that Levi will walk in.

  He walks to me and sits Down beside me with his back against the wall with his knees bent with his arms resting up on them. I look up at him and he just looks forward at the door.

  "I know why you're here" he says and I shift slightly towards him and look at him for more answers

  "Why?" I whisper

  "Your father... he was a scammer, preyed on the old and innocent, and you knew what he was doing was wrong but you kept his secret for him anyways" he looks at me and I look down and start to remember it. "That, coupled with everything else you said, got you your ticket here"

  "It's an interesting thing when someone ends up here for someone else's sin" he says looking at me.

  "How did you figure that out?" I ask confused

  "I had a little chat with my father" he says casually. The idea of his father being the Devil is a scary thought but him actually casually talking to him is even scarier for some reason.

  "Is my father here" I suddenly ask, turning towards him quickly, grabbing his arm. His skin is quite warm.  He looks at my hand on him and his jaw clenches so I remove my hand quickly but he continues to look at his arm where my hand was.

  "Yes" he says quietly

"Is he ok?" I ask starting to cry

"No.. this is hell.. no one is ok" he says without looking at me.

  "Did you torture him" I ask crying and he looks at me and smirks.

"I pulled out my very best for him" he says in a sadistic tone and his eyes get darker. I just start crying more.

"My brother?" I ask quietly, backing further into the corner away from him.

  "No" he says while watching me cry and is visibly uncomfortable like he wants to look away but can't.

  "What?" I ask again. He's safe?

"He's not here" he says quietly and puts his hand up to my cheek and wipes away a tear with his thumb.

I just nod and look back down at the floor.

"How long will I be here?" I ask quietly.

  "You shouldn't be here" I hear him say angrily under his breath. I can see him starting to visibly get angrier. He stands up and walks out the door, locking it behind him and goes to the next room and the screaming begins.