He he he.
::She giggled a bit. He was so tough looking. It was perfect. The black door opened into an elevator, and of course being in Lucifers home on the bottom floor of Hell. They could only go up, and up they went as Lilith tapped the 4th floor button, and the elevator began to move.
Strangely, it didnt move with a grinding sound like most but with a rather vicious burning sound. Here they sat on the ninth floor and as they rose they were given a view of each floor. Something of a glimpse of the tortures of this unholy place.
On the 8th floor was The Void. A blank nothingness, souls wandered within it, forever alone, forever forsaken, forever lost. This was a kind torture.
On the 7th was a massive dining room table. Massive because it seemed to extend for miles on miles and strapped to the table were what could only be described as tubs of lard and flesh. Each of these lards being fed through the bloaded oraface called a mouth, and each chained to the table as food was constantly served, and constantly being force fed by lesser demons. At the end of the table, a large looming figure looking something like a mountain of jelly could be seen. And while it seemed inanimate, it seemed to actually lift its massive hand and wave as Nathaniel and Lilith rose up. Lilith waved back and spoke.::
Gluttony, you'll have to meet him one day. He makes the best pie, ever.
::The 6th, a place of boundless riches. This seemed less like Hell and more like a pirates lost storehouse. Riches on riches beyond measure, flowing moutains of gold. And with them were people. People held on leashes by demons being constantly tempted with gold, and either having their hands sliced off should they actually touch it, or being pulled back the moment before they can reach it. Such was the punishment for Greed. And one singular demon dressed in only the fanciest robes, and covered in jewelry made his way through the midst of the torture, simply supervising.
On the 5th, were several billion coffins. This seemed like a graveyard, but it truly wasnt. In each coffin was a person, not dead but very much alive. And in the distance a very large bed could be seen with some figure stirring within it. You see, in life each of these people were so lazy, they used absolutely none of their time for anything useful. So in death, for being such Sloths, they were condemned to literally do nothing...not even sleep.
Finally came the 4th. As the elevator burned its way up the shaft the screams were already audible. Screams, roars, battle cries and the constant furious clashing and gnashing of blades, blood, and bones. This was the sound of war. And as the elevator came up over the horizon, War was all Nathaniel would seen, for miles on miles, on miles. Constant war. The soldiers had long since been mutilated beyond recognition by the Demon Army they were in constant conflict with, but they were refused a second death. Their wounds would never heal, and their hands had long since been grafted to their weapons.
The elevator came to a stop. And for a moment, the Demon Warriors stopped their onslaught. The Hellevator hadnt been here in millenia, not for a stop. Few demons dared stop here lest they be caught in a violent spree of bloody combat. But today, the war was put on hold. The stench of rot and blood wafing across the still air. It didnt take long for the countless demon hordes to pull themselves from their victims and focus on the Elevator shaft as the glass doors of the elevator slid open and Lilith stepped out and shouted.::
Alright you dogs! This is your new lord! Now, BOW!
::As vicious as these demons were, none would raise a hand against Lucifers own wife. But still they refused to bow. This section of Hell lived a life so different from the other that it barely considered itself a fraction of Hell. Sure, Lucifer had respect but...he was not their boss, and they did not fear him...
In the far rear of the army was a single demon that stood up above the rest. His wings still retained a few feathers yet they had been died a blood red from millenia of bloodshed. His armor was much the same, as dinged and rusted as it was, it was covered in a constant red...wet...sheen, as it was frequently doused in the flesh of his victims. He wore a full demonic plate of armor. This included a helm covering almost all of his face with the exception of his glowing red eyes, and with a barred mask over his mouth letting only the black embers which escaped from his heavy breaths drift through.
In his hands was a massive battle axe, on it was still caked the blood of countless fallen. His massive form stood at least 9ft tall. And not another demon in all of the floor, would even give him eye contact. Perhaps the wet slabs of flesh yet still dripping from his armor were partial responsible. No one could tell. None were brave enough to challenge it.
And forward he stepped. His massive feet pounding across the battle field as she shouted back at Lilith.::
I HAVE NO LORD!
::To which she quickly countered.::
Quiet Wrath! You know the deal! Lucifer guided us hear, Luci--
::Wrath snapped back. his voice booming forth causing many of the demons to shutter in fear.::
LUCIFER IS WEAK, HARLOT!!
::With a single powerful flap of his wings he vaulted himself up, and forward, and with a massive slam that shook the ground he landed not 20ft from Nathaniel and Lilith, his words slipping from his mouth frought with rage.::
He is nothing more than a coniving, pathetic pervert. He had no power. Had he any honor we would have STORMED the gates of Heaven CENTURIES ago, and this WEAKLING--
::And he immediately pointed his gigantic axe directly at Nathaniel.::
Would have been crushed like a bug under our feet!
::With a flick of his wrist he flipped the giant axe and slammed it into the ground cracking the ground around him as he turned to face Nathaniel.::
You pathetic, upstart cur. You. Make. Me. Sick.
::A ball of red spit could be seen striking the ground beside Nathaniel and almost immediately sizzling away.::
You'll lead, over my STINKING CORPSE!
::And without hesitation or thought, the giant axe was off the ground and in a full swing toward Nathaniels head. His vicious demonic aura lashing out with his powerful weapon. Wrath was never known for his patience, he was known for his prowess in constant battle over the last few millenia. It was that prowess, and that quick temper he planned to use to smash Nathaniel to bits, right here and right now. He would not stand even the thought of being challenged.::
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h, he's been at this for years. He knows that uneasy look in some ones pure eyes. He loved it!::
"No, as a matter of fact I have to tell you 'Andi, that was one of the least 'fun' things that I have ever done..." Grace turned away from the soothing lap of the waves as they crawled up and down the face of the beach. "What the hell was that all about anyhow? We didn't do anything besides almost get ourselves killed...and what was with that deal I made with old lady 'Blind Fate'?"
"Can we go someplace where I can clean up and rest for a while?"
