Azazel told me to give this coin to him for
safe passage to get into Hell.” I screamed as loud as I
could.
“ I am Kharon.” Said a voice that came from below the ships
wooden steps.
All of the ghosts began to stand to attention and stop what
they were doing, saluting as step by step a figure began to appear
from beneath the ship, a fancy stairway carved into the middle of
the huge airship.
“ You speak Azazel’s name as if you knew him. If you have but
one single coin at hand we shall ferry you into Hell.” Said the
cloaked figure.
I almost crapped myself looking at this monster. Clearly he
was once human but not anymore he was literally bones. A towering
eight foot high skeleton dressed in a thick black cloak. This
fucker looked more like a grim reaper than a ferryman.
“ I need to get out of here quickly, hundreds of angels are
right behind me, here take the coin.” I threw the coin at the
skeleton figure who caught it and began to bite down on
it.
“ Tis real. Lads prepare to disembark, man the cannons and shoot
anything bigger than a fucking budgie. We will get you to Hell lad,
this ship is practically angel proof. Go ahead and admire your new
destination because where you’re going is nothing short of
paradise.” Kharon tossed the ash coin onto the deck which I now
noticed was filled with coins.
Shortly after I arrived the rods anchoring the ship to the
shores of Limbo were ripped out as Angels began to appear. Hundreds
of them. As they appeared huge cannon turrets began to rise from
the deck of the ship, giant rail guns blazing bullets through the
air. The ship must have had thirty or so ghosts manning huge
cannons but they shot the fuck out the angels, enough to make them
retreat. Kharon told me they were nothing but lousy grunts chasing
there next promotion, basically the lowest form of
angel.
Finally I was free, free of Limbo and on my way to Hell. Time
to see my new destination as I approached the front of the airship,
the airship beginning to descend slowly through the shroud of
blackness. Minutes passed by before we passed through the abyss and
there it was in all its glory, the first floor of Hell.
Oh I was going to have so much fun down there but for now my
only thoughts were of elder Az. He was dead and now I had time to
mourn.
Chapter fifteen: Raphael
Whilst Reaper hurtled down towards Limbo with angels in hot
pursuit elder Azazel was trapped within a somewhat comfortable
cell. Inside the largest and toughest angelic prison situated on
floor nine of Heaven elder Azazel is sat within, resting on the
edge of a red quilted single bed. The room made of special
materials combined with demon proof curse marks made it unbreakable
for anyone including angels
Several hundred thousand prisoners are within the sprawling
mass of cells, each person with their own individual cell.
‘Devinition’ is what the angels called the prison. It was one of
seven and each prison was the size of a city.
Inside the maximum security prison it was designed in order of
sinners. The more hardened sinners were placed on death row like
elder Azazel who had for some reason voluntarily given himself up
several months ago. Being destructive in Hell earned you sin
reputation, this worked like a bounty. Gods eye was one of the only
things to judge sins.
Basically put elder Azazel had a total worth of nine billion
angelic coins, this was the total worth of his sins and reflected
his strength as a floor ten demon king although his wasn’t the
highest. Still anything over three hundred million angelic coins
got you a one way ticket onto death row. In rare circumstances an
archangel or even one of the many gods could offer the prisoners a
lifeline, if they deemed it beneficial they could offer you to work
for them. People that accepted these requests were dubbed dark
angels. Heaven had a sin system but there were just as many dark
angels as angels so Hell developed a system too. They placed ash
currency on their
safe passage to get into Hell.” I screamed as loud as I
could.
“ I am Kharon.” Said a voice that came from below the ships
wooden steps.
All of the ghosts began to stand to attention and stop what
they were doing, saluting as step by step a figure began to appear
from beneath the ship, a fancy stairway carved into the middle of
the huge airship.
“ You speak Azazel’s name as if you knew him. If you have but
one single coin at hand we shall ferry you into Hell.” Said the
cloaked figure.
I almost crapped myself looking at this monster. Clearly he
was once human but not anymore he was literally bones. A towering
eight foot high skeleton dressed in a thick black cloak. This
fucker looked more like a grim reaper than a ferryman.
“ I need to get out of here quickly, hundreds of angels are
right behind me, here take the coin.” I threw the coin at the
skeleton figure who caught it and began to bite down on
it.
“ Tis real. Lads prepare to disembark, man the cannons and shoot
anything bigger than a fucking budgie. We will get you to Hell lad,
this ship is practically angel proof. Go ahead and admire your new
destination because where you’re going is nothing short of
paradise.” Kharon tossed the ash coin onto the deck which I now
noticed was filled with coins.
Shortly after I arrived the rods anchoring the ship to the
shores of Limbo were ripped out as Angels began to appear. Hundreds
of them. As they appeared huge cannon turrets began to rise from
the deck of the ship, giant rail guns blazing bullets through the
air. The ship must have had thirty or so ghosts manning huge
cannons but they shot the fuck out the angels, enough to make them
retreat. Kharon told me they were nothing but lousy grunts chasing
there next promotion, basically the lowest form of
angel.
Finally I was free, free of Limbo and on my way to Hell. Time
to see my new destination as I approached the front of the airship,
the airship beginning to descend slowly through the shroud of
blackness. Minutes passed by before we passed through the abyss and
there it was in all its glory, the first floor of Hell.
Oh I was going to have so much fun down there but for now my
only thoughts were of elder Az. He was dead and now I had time to
mourn.
Chapter fifteen: Raphael
Whilst Reaper hurtled down towards Limbo with angels in hot
pursuit elder Azazel was trapped within a somewhat comfortable
cell. Inside the largest and toughest angelic prison situated on
floor nine of Heaven elder Azazel is sat within, resting on the
edge of a red quilted single bed. The room made of special
materials combined with demon proof curse marks made it unbreakable
for anyone including angels
Several hundred thousand prisoners are within the sprawling
mass of cells, each person with their own individual cell.
‘Devinition’ is what the angels called the prison. It was one of
seven and each prison was the size of a city.
Inside the maximum security prison it was designed in order of
sinners. The more hardened sinners were placed on death row like
elder Azazel who had for some reason voluntarily given himself up
several months ago. Being destructive in Hell earned you sin
reputation, this worked like a bounty. Gods eye was one of the only
things to judge sins.
Basically put elder Azazel had a total worth of nine billion
angelic coins, this was the total worth of his sins and reflected
his strength as a floor ten demon king although his wasn’t the
highest. Still anything over three hundred million angelic coins
got you a one way ticket onto death row. In rare circumstances an
archangel or even one of the many gods could offer the prisoners a
lifeline, if they deemed it beneficial they could offer you to work
for them. People that accepted these requests were dubbed dark
angels. Heaven had a sin system but there were just as many dark
angels as angels so Hell developed a system too. They placed ash
currency on their
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