Ruinity | JJK |

They always said Hell was darkness - fire, shadows, endless screams.

But no one warned them of the real horror.

What if Hell looked like Heaven?

Blinding light. Towers of white stone piercing the sky. Gates wide open, gleaming like salvation.

The angels, radiant and trusting, walked in - believing they'd come home.

But there was no home. No escape.

The light? A lie. A snare.

But behind it all stood Him.

Not a devil. Not a beast. Something worse.

No mercy. No rules. No end.

But the worst was not the place.

The worst was Him.

The thing that wasn't a devil. Wasn't a monster.

A devil still carries pride. A monster still obeys instinct. Even the cruelest beast may spare the weak out of twisted mercy. But he?

He wasn't bound by rules. He wasn't even bound by the laws of sin or cruelty. He was a creature beyond comprehension - a reflection of everything humanity fears in itself, and worse... everything it can't comprehend.

Not human. Not beast. Not even death itself.

When he offered you a choice, it wasn't salvation. It was torment disguised as mercy.

"Choose your execution," he whispered, voice softer than velvet, colder than the grave. His eyes - empty, endless voids - reflected every possible fate.

Each death worse than the last.

To be flayed alive yet kept breathing.
To be drowned in molten gold that never cooled.
To have your mind torn apart, reliving your worst memory - over and over - until you became the memory.

And yet... people chose. Because not choosing? That was worse.

Because when you don't choose, he chooses for you.

And he never picks death.

He picks eternity.

Twisted, screaming, alive... trapped inside that beautiful lie, that glittering, golden Hell.

Once you step in... you never leave.

(This story is purely fictional and does not reflect the real personalities or actions of the individuals mentioned)