I must've blacked out sometime between meeting Lucifer and being thrown into this bloodstained prison cell because I didn't remember anything. It was the smell that woke me up. It was somewhere between two week old trash and rotten flesh. I must've been underground somewhere because I heard footsteps echoing off of the stone walls and began to see the light of a torch approaching my cell. I mean, seriously? We had electricity on earth, you would think that Hell would have it too, right?
As the light came closer it began to illuminate my surroundings. The hallway in front of me was small and it made me claustrophobic just looking at it. But the thing that caught my eye was the man in the in the cell across from me. He was sprawled across his bed, arm covering his eyes, and his wild purple hair seemed to be everywhere. Literally, it was Rapunzel length hair. I would've laughed if two bulky figures hadn't blocked my view of him.
They looked like jocks on a bunch of steroids with glowing red eyes. I glared at them, somehow sensing that they were the ones that threw me into this rotten smelling cell.
"Aww, look at that. The tiny assassin gained her confidence back," Jock One said to Jock Two.
Jock One mockingly smiled at me. His teeth were pointed and stained red. I didn't let myself think of what it could be from. I started to panic, but I couldn't let them have the satisfaction of seeing me squirm. I kept on giving them my best glare.
"Prince Lucifer has taken a special liking to you...or he wants to determine what method of torturing he wants to use on you. But that doesn't matter, we're here to take you to him," said Jock Two in his gravely voice.
"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE COPPERS!"
The Jocks looked at each other and charged at me. I kicked out toward Jock Two's face but my leg was chained tightly to the stone floor which then caused me to land flat on my face. I heard a crunch and felt warm liquid flow down my face. Once again, my assassin skills have failed me. The Jocks easily broke the chains and dragged me out of my cell and into the claustrophobic hallway. They started heading for the stairs that lead out of the dungeon.
I glanced over to the purple haired man. He was awake and was looking at me. His eyes were golden and it seemed as if he was staring into my soul. I shuttered and looked away.
"Have fun with Lucifer, sweetheart! Oh, and tell him I say hi!" the man said to me.
I glared at him. I hated being called sweetheart. It reminded me of my uncle. I flipped him off.
The man just laughed.
"I'm already in hell, darling, and so are you."
"Like I could forget that," I mumbled to myself as Jock One blindfolded me at the base of the stairs.
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Five flights of stairs, two left and three right turns later (looks like some of my skills are still working), I ended up in what I assumed to be Lucifer's thrown room. The Jocks threw me on my knees as Lucifer approached me.
"Well, Cassandra-"
"It's Cassie."
"Well, Cassandra, I'm sure you want to know why I brought you here. By here I meant my thrown room, not hell. I'm sure know the reason for that." He laughed. It was the perfect evil laugh, Hannibal Lector would be proud.
"Anyway," he continued, "you're going to be assigned to live with one of the Hellions. Whoever it is is going to show you all of the rules and teach you their occupation. They will be responsible for all of your actions."
"Wardens," he turned toward the Jocks, "take her away."
After what seemed like a lifetime, the Jocks stopped dragging me. My blindfold was ripped off of my eyes along with some of my hair. I winced.
It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the light. Or should I say lack of light for the sun was blocked by Lucifer's gothic style castle. Finally, I could make out the shapes in front of me. It wasn't what I imagined Hell to look like. There were tall snow caped mountains on both sides of the castle and huts dotting the mountainsides. Beyond them were houses that looked like they came out of a Luxury Homes magazine. All of them were large and posh, but there was something eerie about it. I looked away.
"I know, it doesn't look like anything the earthlings have imagined Hell to be. Now hurry up and get in the carriage, I want to be back for dinner," Jock One demanded.
I rolled my eyes and stepped into the ordinary carriage. What's with men and their food anyway, I thought. Jock Two entered the carriage after me, his stench making me queasy as he took the seat across from me, while Jock One took the reigns. As we passed by the mountains, Jock Two pointed to one of the huts covered with snow. "You see those huts up there? That's where the people from Texas go. Those humans can't stand the cold." He chuckled to himself.
Jock Two didn't say anything else for awhile, so I rested my head on the doorframe and watched the huts rush by as I slowly drifted off to sleep.
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