*People's choice awards winner/ YA Fan fiction/ Young Blood awards 2018*
*COMPLETED AND EDITED*
Florina Woods is a twenty one year old witch with a mysterious past yet to be discovered by her. After being released from the psychiatric ward of St. Mu...
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The events of the past are in italics.
Augustus Agrippa reached the portal of lands, anticipation and hunger for glory arising within him. He turned to the orange-red glowing portal that was labeled HELL in fiery letters.
His smirk intensified as he let the gravitational pull of the portal pull him in. It took but a moment and the ghost found himself pushed to the other side with force.
He was finally there.
He touched the place where his heart would have been missing the feeling of a beating heart. He could almost imagine his heart beats racing at the anticipation of seeing Lucifer The Great, the Overlord.
Looking around himself, he suddenly remembered his memories in Hell and inwardly cringed. He wasn't able to feel anything a typical human would feel except the intense heat of Hell. He was immediately hit by another extremely hot wave making him fly faster to his destination.
As he moved forward, he could hear the tormented souls screaming out of agony begging to be released. With every beat of his black wings, the sound would intensify more in his ear. He felt himself shivering slightly by fear as all the horrible memories came crashing at once in his mind.
He had to constantly remind himself that he came back because he was on a mission and he will leave soon after. That momentarily helped him concentrate on his mission but still did nothing to the crippling fear growing inside of him.
Everything around him was red and burning. Everyone around him were on fire running around and screaming for someone to help them. Some were thrown in the giant pit of Hell with no escape, like many tiny ants all cramped up in a jar. He couldn't take his eyes off the souls begging for mercy, for freedom.
Twenty five years ago he was in that same place begging for an escape like them.
For five hundred years he was begging for an escape. And now he was free, from Hell and the mirror he was chained in.
A fiercely burning castle slowly materialized in front of him as he left the pits of hell with its agonized souls. The castle stood high and mighty making the giant pits of hell look like mere dots in comparison.
The humongous castle was surrounded by a few small castles making the colossal structure even more horrific. They were all scourging away, burning eternally but with no damage. The structures seemed to be unfazed by the fire that kept consuming them, almost as if they were ignoring it.
In a peculiar way, the fires seemed to be supporting the castles foundations, giving them strength and durability.
Augustus looked behind him at the pits of hell that were shrinking as he flew forward thankful that the terrifying screams were fading away the further he had gotten.
