Welcome to Hell: A Mortals' First Step
Ah, another wandering soul, lost and now found. Welcome, welcome, welcome to the realm beneath all realms, where your mortal journey ends, and the real one begins. Don't be shy-step forward, take your place among the damned.
Here, we don't rush things. After all, eternity awaits. Why not take a seat? We'll help you select your very own overseer of eternal torment. Yes, you get to choose your guide through endless agony. Lucky you.
Now, for your options...
Sab from the first layer, Limbo, where eternal waiting is the softest of torments.
Ghett, hailing from the second circle, Lust, where desire eternally devours itself.
Dokas, the Gluttonous Gourmand of the third layer, always hungry, never satisfied.
Tonny, from the fourth circle, Avarice, where greed crushes even the strongest wills.
Sader, spreading Wrath like wildfire in the depths of the fifth circle.
Gato, master of the sixth circle, Heresy, where false faith meets true fire.
Sullivan, from the seventh circle, where Violence reigns and blood never stops flowing.
Sapo, the face of Fraud, leading the deceptive in the eighth circle.
And finally, Eko, from the ninth circle, Treachery, where betrayal freezes the soul for all time.
You've chosen already? How delightful! It's almost like you were destined for this. But don't worry, it's not like you'll be here forever. Oh wait, yes, you will.
Now, just one last formality. Sign here, with blood of course. Welcome to your new eternity.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝘀 𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿 His 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲
"Fuck, whenever you're in my arms, I feel like I might crush you. You're so delicate," he said, kissing her cheek.
"Huh?"
"It took me three years to hug you, and today you let him hug you, huh?" he asked, trying to control his anger.
"He is your brother," she said, trying to move from his grip.
"So what? It doesn't matter. We'v been married for a month, and you didn't allow me to kiss you. But today, you hug him? I'm very upset," he said, looking straight into her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"I'm a very loyal and possessive man. Just because I haven't kissed or touched you doesn't mean I can't. Now, what will you do to make it up to me?"
"I... I will..."
"You will what?"
"I will sit on your lap and feed you," she said.
"From now on, you'll do this every morning and night."