There's A Welcome Mat In Hell

There's A Welcome Mat In Hell

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I stared into his now dull hazel eyes and wondered why his expression is beginning to falter. A once eager smile has turned into an uninterested scowl. My eyes began to water and I backed onto the edge of the bed, staring up at his disgusted face. "What happened to us?" I whispered "Where's the love you had for me, for us? Don't you love me?" I cried. "I never loved you." He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a gun and aimed it at my head. That was the day I died. --------- After unknowingly selling her soul to a reaper, Eryn is now killed by her fiance and sent to hell. She soon finds the person that held her soul, only to learn her soul has been taken to the big red himself. She goes to strike a deal and discovers she can have it back if she marries the Devil. They're gonna break down each others walls. One shitty board at a time. The king of the underworld is gonna be in for one hell of a rude awakening if he wants her hand in marriage. This isn't child's play kids, this is war.
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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