imaginary | karlnap

one

a metal door creaked open as two tall men entered the room, towering over a shorter male who was laying on a cot, sweating as he slept. the room was quite hot, though it wasn't one of the hottest rooms in hell, but it was definitely one of the cooler rooms.

"time to get up, ya big lump," one of the tall males commanded, his voice firm as he kicked out one of his legs against the cot. the reaction he got was priceless every time. It made his day whenever he could torture the occupants. a laugh burst out in the room, filling the silence.

the male on the cot had jerked up in bed, sweating even more than he was. he let out a strangled cry as if he woke up from a nightmare into another that was now his life. his dark brown irises were now completely black by how wide his pupils expanded from the fear he had been facing every day.

"the lord wants to see you," the other male stated, his voice having no emotion in it. he came up next to the male and grabbed one of his arms firmly as his friend grabbed the other. before the innocent man on the bed could get a word out, he was getting hauled out of his cell, feet dragging.

"techno, why did he want to see this pathetic kid?" his friend asked the monotone male. all he did was shrug as they passed by cells with people screaming and crying, or calling out for help.

"not sure wilbur, but i guess it seemed pretty urgent since he gave us a specific name," techno replied as the male between them glanced up through sweaty hair.

"he's not that special, we could've just picked anyone for him to feed to his dogs," will said sarcastically, which caused the male between them to begin to squirm. the low rumble of a laugh began as wilbur looked down at the prisoner in his grasp, "it's a joke, learn how to take one." with that statement, a sigh was heard then silence as their boots clunked against the hot red rocks underneath them.

the cries of prisoners never ceased as they approached a fortress that loomed ahead in the fog that can be seen as intimidating to anyone. the exterior was built out of dark red, almost brown bricks. the grounds were littered with black skeletons that were known as the undead army, along with fire-welding monsters, who specialized in close combat.

"alright. keep your mouth shut until he allows you to ask questions, you already know of the consequences," techno murmured softly as they walked into the fortress, which housed lucifer, who was better known as schlatt.

"yes sir..," the prisoner replied weakly as they approached the meeting room where he was summoned to speak with him.

the large doors opened as if they were expecting the three at that very moment. on the other side, a male had his back to them. his horns on his head very obvious as he turned around to greet them. the sinister smile on his face not quivering at all.

"ah.. nick, my boy. oh how i have been expecting you.."