Chris is a demon sent to hell from his belief of not being one to believe in God. He is set to be the next ruler of Hell, also set to marry Satan's daughter, who is not completely sure of it all.
short story based off the song Bloodsport by Sleep T...
And out there Stuck in a quantum pattern Tangled in what I never said You say it doesn't matter
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Chris arm wraps around your frame. A wide smile pressed on as he leads you to the arch. He has been adamant on practicing this down to the t. He wants no mix ups. Errors or mistakes. Deep down, you think he is doing this knowing you don't want to be here. You don't want his hands on you. You had sobbed every single day since finding out this was gonna happen.
It's like he is seeking this out and doing this as some sort of torture.
Chris walks side by side with you till he stops and turns to face you. His hands reaching out for yours. You take them with hesitation, sighing as you do. He doesn't say much just gives a wink. One that you know the true intentions of. It's the person he is. The heart he has. Cold and bitter, probably not ever once feeling love in his life.
Maybe he has. Maybe he hasn't.
All you know is you don't think you can go through with this anymore.
Your father is the one who kept up with people and their lives. You not so much. You had one job, just sit by his side and look pretty. It's how he made your mother do the same thing before she pissed off the wrong person. Got pushed to her death and burnt with such a crisp that you could probably have roasted marshmallows off of her corpse.
For weeks, you had cried over it. Mourned her death before sucking up the tears and remembering that this is Hell. you are lucky to make it another day alive without being burnt every single day.
Unfortunately, you get used too the horrors and the agony.
Another thing the bible lied about.
Chris snaps his fingers in front of your face, "Focus my love. We have a lot to do in such a short amount of time."
You look towards where he stands, nodding your head before looking up to him. The very ones that could be absolutely breathless to you if you didn't know the true intentions already.
His fingers flex in your grip, "We need to be focused and aware of everything. This must be done right."
He rubs along the inside of your hand. You hadn't even realized that you had dazed out. Completely unaware that you were staring pass his face and his eyes. Much less that you were staring at the hellfire that's all around you. The circle platform is just that. One wrong move and it's done. You are not alive.
Despite the whole reanimating and dying again for all eternity.
