in satan's throne room.....

Satan was sitting upon his throne, made of the bones of the demons lower than him, sort of like a trophy, but far more degrading, as this way, he keeps them under him. he was awaiting the call from the first floor for the new souls, oh, how he would torture them, chains, spikes, poison, so many painful things, this was going to be fun, he thought to himself. he took another puff from the cigar of tortured souls. " god i love these things, the scream it makes after every puff, exhilarating.."
just then, his phone rang, and he picked it up.
satan: "this better be good."
Soldier Demon:" the shipment came in early, figured it would make you happy"
satan: he grinned. "thats good news, im practically throbbing to break in these new ones, i heard there is a nephilim among them, tis this true?"
Soldier Demon: "yes, their all here.. wait a minute, what are yo-"
the cell phone cuts out, and it ends the call.
satan: damnit! Minata! get down there! i need to know what happened.

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Koran awoke, seeing the fires of hell.
"no, this isn't possible... shit..."
he got up quickly, and he found a tanto attached to his belt, along with a 9mm.
" how the heck are these supposed to help me? in in hell, not on earth..."
he silenced himself, as he heard talking. a demon of some sort was on what looked like a phone, heh, phones in hell, who wouldve thought.. perhaps he could use it..
he snuck up to the demon, drawing his tanto....
"yes, they're all here... wait a minute, what are yo-"
he shoved the tanto into the demons throat, its eyes bulged, clawing at his arm, until it died. his arm was now covered in cuts. he took a strip of the demon's clothing, wrapping it around his cuts. it stung, and he cringed, but he managed to get it covered up.

Zaen awoke, and it felt much warmer than it had a moment ago. He got up, and remembered the injection. He realized he had ended up in Hell. He didn't care a bit, but then smiled as he felt his knife. Why would they give him this? Did they want him to escape? He saw an apparentaly fellow newfoun arrival to Hell go up to what looked to be a Demon Worker, and shoot it in the face. He walked over to him and then past him, and looked about the place. He saw lava, fire, tortured souls, the perfect place for him. He'd been known to kill mostly innocent people and that he felt pleasured when he did so, and that was mostly true. He felt pleasure about kill anybody, but preffered the innocent. he took off his shoe and lightly tapped the edge of the shoe onto a small drop of lava. The rubber burned, and a tiny speck of the shoe melted off. Definately lava. He put the shoe back and walked back to the others.

Jerus woke up in time to see another person stab what he could only assume to be a demon. He watched it die and could only smile to himself as he stood. "Well done, you served righteous justice to that trash." Feeling the familiar, if slightly out of place, weight of a katana on his back. "Odd, I could have sworn I was holding two Kama when I died..." Dismissing it for now, he drew the katana from it's sheath and looked around him for more foes to face. "It would seem we're in hell. I...do not belong here."

Zarkun said
Jerus woke up in time to see another person stab what he could only assume to be a demon. He watched it die and could only smile to himself as he stood. "Well done, you served righteous justice to that trash." Feeling the familiar, if slightly out of place, weight of a katana on his back. "Odd, I could have sworn I was holding two Kama when I died..." Dismissing it for now, he drew the katana from it's sheath and looked around him for more foes to face. "It would seem we're in hell. I...do not belong here."

koran spoke" neither do i, i was wrongfully murdered.. i wonder if my brother is down here somewhere..."
he wiped off his tanto, looking to the man that stood in front of him. he couldnt see this man belonging here, but something stood out, he wasnt sure what though...
"my name is Koran Fujuchiki. may i consider you an ally?"
he extended his hand outwards, for a firm handshake.

nope lel

Gripping the Koran's hand, Jerus shakes it firmly. "Indeed you can. I am Jerus Derins." As he lets go of Koran's hand, he senses something coming up behind him and spins around, dropping into a crouch and slicing at the same time, the demon gurgling slightly before falling into two pieces that hit the ground with a squelching sound. Standing, Jerus uses the demon's clothing to clean his blade and then sheaths it, looking at the other man who was awake and keeping his hand on his sword hilt. He didn't make him feel at ease with the insane glint in his eye.

Somewhere in the fields of hell, a tall stone pillar stands, bearing a single soul for torture. Hanging by his wrists from chains, dangling, shamed, Mithias the vampire barely breaths. Blood drips from his exposed intestines, which hang from a clearly lethal wound across his abdomen. A giant devil licks blood off his blade in front of him with a satisfactory grin, then walks off, laving the damned to hang until the next day, when it all happens again.

Mina sat in her chambers in front of a massive mirror, combing her long black hair with a comb made of bones. As she finished the work on her hair, she took the time to observe her features in her mirror, leaning against the richly decorated sides to look at herself.
Princess Minata Nychta Scrios, that was her full name and her title. Mina didn't like it one bit, never had. It didn't fit her and it was absurdly long, in her opinion.Time after time again she had tried to get her staff to simply call her Mina, but most refused and stated;
"A princess needs to fulfill her royal obligations, my lady. You cannot be called such an unimpressive name in the presence of other royalty."
Ah yes, her royal duties. Mina's duties consisted of speaking to perverted old demons and making sure they stayed happy under her fathers rule. Not her most preferred job, but it gave her a lot of spare time as well. It had been a peaceful day today, that is, until she heard her father's loud voice echoing through the castle. Mina knew that voice well enough to know she had to be dressed to go outside. After doing so she made her way outside, through the hallways and through the large open doors into her father's throne room.
'Yes father, you...called?'

Monu Izanagi returned from the training fields behind the castle, Lord Satan's castle. She had trained ruthlessly again, her clothing covered in blood of her fallen "practice dummies". She had tied up her long black hair to avoid too much blood getting in it, but it hadn't worked very much.
Izanagi trained daily, whenever she wasn't working her task as Hell's Executioner. Luckily few people went against her Lord these days, so she didn't have much to do. She was just on her way to her room to take a bath, when the overpowering voice of her master, Lord Satan, echoed through the halls.
Izanagi smiled dreamily at the sound, which was like music to her ears. It was followed by Mina, passing by her on the way to the throne room, which caused the girl to smirk widely. 'At least that miserable little bitch gets something to do.' she sneered as she walked into her room.
Izanagi despised Mina, finding her unworthy of being Lord Satan's daughter. She loafed off in her eyes, didn't try her best to please her father. The thought alone made Izanagi growl in annoyance. She quickly made her way over to the bathroom and stood under the steaming hot shower, trying to wash all her anger off her.
Anger made you weak, emotions made you weak. That was Lord Satan's lesson and she would never forget it. She pushed her thoughts off her and hoped her Lord would give her an assignment soon.

Zayne hastily made her way down the grim, dark halls of Lord Death's castle, tying up her hair as she walked. She passed several chambers, but those weren't her destination today.
Her father had requested her to come to him, something about an urgent mission. Zayne suspected something had gone wrong, so she made haste in order to correct the mistake.
She entered her father's throne room with a respectful bow. 'Father, you called for me?' she asked.
The large,hooded figure known as Death, stepped down from his throne and lowered his hood, something he did only for his daughter and closest friends. Below was the face of a young, handsome man with black hair, silvery eyes and a kind smile. This was one of many faces Lord Death could show, but it was the one his daughter knew best. 'Yes Zayne. A new batch of souls just came in, but one has a different flux than the others. I suspect one of the rookies made a mistake in reaping him and I need you to check it out for me.' he said. Zayne nodded. 'Of course father.' she said. 'I will be taking my leave then.'
Her father nodded and Zayne got up, heading towards the stables. After mounting her Nightmare she rode off onto the first plain of Hell, heading towards the new souls.

(Had a giant post and my damn phone deleted it. Hate my life sometimes.... -.-")

Zaen got up and looked to the others, whom had woken up. "I know I deserve to be here." he said with a mishcevious chuckle and smile. "But I don't plan on staying." he walked back over to them as he held his knife at his side. He saw a demon slither through the rocks, and crouch behind a rock. He smiled wickidly and threw his knife, embedding the Demon's arm into the wall. He walked over to it lazily, and when he got to it, grabbed it by the throatand shoved it into the wall, taking the knife out. He smiled and slit it's throat. Not as pleasing as an actual human... but it would work, for now. He held his knife to his side and walked back to the others. "So, where do we go no? There's not any door with an exit sign above it." he asked. Maybe they had an idea.

Minarawr said
Mina sat in her chambers in front of a massive mirror, combing her long black hair with a comb made of bones. As she finished the work on her hair, she took the time to observe her features in her mirror, leaning against the richly decorated sides to look at herself.Princess Minata Nychta Scrios, that was her full name and her title. Mina didn't like it one bit, never had. It didn't fit her and it was absurdly long, in her opinion.Time after time again she had tried to get her staff to simply call her Mina, but most refused and stated;"A princess needs to fulfill her royal obligations, my lady. You cannot be called such an unimpressive name in the presence of other royalty."Ah yes, her royal duties. Mina's duties consisted of speaking to perverted old demons and making sure they stayed happy under her fathers rule. Not her most preferred job, but it gave her a lot of spare time as well. It had been a peaceful day today, that is, until she heard her father's loud voice echoing through the castle. Mina knew that voice well enough to know she had to be dressed to go outside. After doing so she made her way outside, through the hallways and through the large open doors into her father's throne room. 'Yes father, you...called?'Monu Izanagi returned from the training fields behind the castle, Lord Satan's castle. She had trained ruthlessly again, her clothing covered in blood of her fallen "practice dummies". She had tied up her long black hair to avoid too much blood getting in it, but it hadn't worked very much.Izanagi trained daily, whenever she wasn't working her task as Hell's Executioner. Luckily few people went against her Lord these days, so she didn't have much to do. She was just on her way to her room to take a bath, when the overpowering voice of her master, Lord Satan, echoed through the halls. Izanagi smiled dreamily at the sound, which was like music to her ears. It was followed by Mina, passing by her on the way to the throne room, which caused the girl to smirk widely. 'At least that miserable little bitch gets something to do.' she sneered as she walked into her room.Izanagi despised Mina, finding her unworthy of being Lord Satan's daughter. She loafed off in her eyes, didn't try her best to please her father. The thought alone made Izanagi growl in annoyance. She quickly made her way over to the bathroom and stood under the steaming hot shower, trying to wash all her anger off her.Anger made you weak, emotions made you weak. That was Lord Satan's lesson and she would never forget it. She pushed her thoughts off her and hoped her Lord would give her an assignment soon.Zayne hastily made her way down the grim, dark halls of Lord Death's castle, tying up her hair as she walked. She passed several chambers, but those weren't her destination today.Her father had requested her to come to him, something about an urgent mission. Zayne suspected something had gone wrong, so she made haste in order to correct the mistake.She entered her father's throne room with a respectful bow. 'Father, you called for me?' she asked.The large,hooded figure known as Death, stepped down from his throne and lowered his hood, something he did only for his daughter and closest friends. Below was the face of a young, handsome man with black hair, silvery eyes and a kind smile. This was one of many faces Lord Death could show, but it was the one his daughter knew best. 'Yes Zayne. A new batch of souls just came in, but one has a different flux than the others. I suspect one of the rookies made a mistake in reaping him and I need you to check it out for me.' he said. Zayne nodded. 'Of course father.' she said. 'I will be taking my leave then.' Her father nodded and Zayne got up, heading towards the stables. After mounting her Nightmare she rode off onto the first plain of Hell, heading towards the new souls.(Had a giant post and my damn phone deleted it. Hate my life sometimes.... -.-")

satan looked to his daughter, with a 'smile' on his face.
"ah, my dearest daughter Minata, so nice of you to respond, i need of you to go check out the situation on the first floor, it would seem a group of souls are causing a ruckus, among them is a nephilim.... unfortunately i think i know him.. take care of them please." he then slumped back into his throne, starting to fall asleep.

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Koran watched the others take out the demons one by one. he smiled and addressed the crowd," to all of those that wish to get out of here with jerus and i, we will begin our quest soon, i wish to wait and see if anyone else will show up."

"Oh, maybe we'll get to have tea with Satan, oh how fun that would be." he chuckled as he ran forward, spotting a demon flying above them, near the roof. He ran forward and jumped off of a large rock, and stabbed the thing in the wing, cauisng it to sutter and fall. On it's way down, the demon grabbed a hold of his leg and bit down into it. He winced, and then laughed, kicking it off. He threw the knife into the ground and when the demon landed, it stabbed the demon right in the neck. "Easy peasy, these demons are." he muttered, and took his knife back, tore of it's wing, and used it's nails to tie the wing around his leg, then threw the corpse in the lava, and went back to the others. He slightly limped from the demon bit, but it would be fine for now.

Mima returned the 'smile' her father granted her. She saw it as a rare attempt at humor from her father, so she simply returned the favor. Everybody knew her father rarely showed a smile, unless he was torturing souls.
She was surprised when she heard what he wanted from her, not having expected her to be asked to take care of a mere amount of souls. 'You think I am necessary for these souls? They don't sound like such a problem.' she shrugged.
'Well I wasn't doing anything either way. I'll bring the nephilim and his friends to the planes they have to be.' she said with a light bow.
She turned around and walked out, whistling to call a winged creature, resembling a hellhound. She lashed her tail and the creature flew up with a roar.

John had still been sleeping on the floor of Hell, not knowing what was going on around him. In his mind, the memory of how he died was running through his head. The picture of his own hand covered in his blood filled his mind as he began to awake. He began to laugh insanely to himself as the image stayed for a moment. His eyes opened, and suddenly his laughing died off. He looked around to see some of the others, hearing one say something about not deserving to be in Hell. What? Hell!? No no no... He just means a place like Hell of course... The memory of himself dying flooded his brain, a smile appearing on his face. He shook his head, thinking solely about now, not quite accepting that he was in Hell. His smile faded as he looked around him to find a bo-staff. He grabbed the staff and stood up, looking to the others. There's a lot of lava around here... No wonder that guy called this place Hell... He looked over in time to see someone simply kill a very odd leaking human with ease. "Oh my god..." He quickly looked away, before seeing another dead one. Oh god... Am I standing here with murderers!? He stepped back a bit, readying his bo-staff. He stared for a moment at the bloody corpses of some of the nearby dead demons, beginning to laugh a little. What the hell...? What happened to my black-outs... Whenever I saw blood I'd black-out not laugh... He looked up some, listening to one of them say they were going to attempt to escape. They're my best chance at getting away from this place... Wherever we actually are... "Can I join you guys? I shouldn't be here either, I've went out of my way in life to be a good person..."

Mason rose in the pit of fire, living again, but far from being truly alive. Taking a second to get his bearing, he scanned the area before looking down at his hands in awe. "So, this is hell..." He remarked, looking at the cracking and scorching landscape before him, looking up he saw nothing but downward facing spikes. "Maybe I can bring some honor to our name down here.." He said quietly, placing a hand on his father's dog tags, he wasn't trying to waste time dwelling on afterlife. The young soldier made his way through the isle of damned souls, climbing over hills and crossing pits of flame. "This isn't my usual walk in the park..." He said to himself, placing his hand on a rock face as he caught his breath, inhaling the humid air.

Off in the distance, Mason could see two figures gaining on him, he made out a humanoid shape but the body's natural was all off. He could see that the skin was dirt stained, whoever it was must have frozen to death by the way their complexion was. The figure looked wounded, limping toward him, he could faintly hear it saying something. It was a male, his clothes tattered and ripped, blood and dirt smeared on his body, the source of blood coming from two wounds in his shoulder, each one oozing dark, tar colored blood. The closer the strange male got, the more uncomfortable Mason had gotten, subconsciously reaching for his handgun only to realize he didn't have it. He walked in an arc across the arid plains, seeing the stranger take the same course unnerved him. "Excuse me, I require assistance..." A shrill voice spoke, Mason immediately turned around, back away from the reaching grotesque, clawed hand of the male. Mason's backing up seemed to offend the male, within the same instant he leapt toward him, sinking his sharp teeth into the soldier's arm. Claws dug into his shoulder blades, carving deep into his flesh. Even if he did survive this he'd fear that blood loss or poisoning would kill him now. "Get off of me!" He shouted, struggling to get the thing off of him. He could do one or two things, risk tearing its head away or do things his way. "Fuck it..." Mason said under a pained breath, bringing his left fist into the kidney of the attacker, then his right into the man's side in successful combination. Over and over he kept fighting, striking at the ribs and kidneys, the moment the man let go Mason was mortified. Realization hit harder than it ever should have, that man wasn't a man, he was far less than that, a pure native to hell, a demon.

Mason's look of horror and shock shifted one of malice, his shoulder wound oozed and bubbled slightly, like it was having a bad reaction with his body, his was in immense pain but could think of nothing more than to kill his enemy. A powerful front kick to the chest pushed the hell-spawn back, allowing Mason to advance, following up with a right cross and a haymaker, ducking down and sweeping the demon off its feet, his hands wrapped tight around its legs before slamming the creature down with all his strength. Standing over the dazed being, Mason drove his knee into its chest, he began throwing hammerfist strikes repeatedly, throwing in jabs and elbow strikes, bloodying the demon even more than it already had been. He wasn't going to stop, not until this demon was dead, about fifteen minutes into the pummeling, the demon collapsed, possibly from death. "Well, that's over..." He huffed, the pool of blood made that obvious, he continued to go about his business, walking toward the small inlet of a cavern. "No light, great..." He said to himself, looking at the black void, who knew what was in there, no matter what it was, he'd fight as hard as he could against it.

As Mina passed a rocky area on her winged beast, she picked up on a faint energy nearby. She stopped her creature in mid-air and looked around, trying to pick up on the energy's precise location, but the area was too full of different energy patterns for her to get a precise lock. With an annoyed growl she lowered her beast to the ground and ordered it to stay in it's spot before she walked towards the rocky area she passed over.

First thing she noticed as she moved closer to the area was a dead demon, a Ghoul-type to be precise. They were vile creatures, tricksters with no mind. They remembered certain parts of human life and used it to get close to souls stupid enough to listen. Most were repulsive enough to keep souls at a distance, but some were dumb enough to get closer. It seemed the soul that did this was smart enough not to fall for this disgusting creature, a good sign.
She spotted a trail of blood and footprints leading towards the rocks and walked towards it. If the soul was hit by the ghoul's attack it wouldn't be very happy. It's wound would fester and rot until he died or was cured, a painful death to say the least.
She approached the rocks and spotted a cave the soul had most likely hidden in, walking up to it casually.

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Zayne looked at the blood-red sky, her eyes glowing faintly as she picked up on the soul's energies from a distance. It wasn't very far now, maybe a minute or two before she arrived. Her nightmare was fast, one of the fastest creatures on the lands. Reapers and royal families were the only ones to have them and among them the reapers were the only ones to ride them. Royals used them to pull their carriage and didn't handle the beasts themselves, resulting in them quickly revolting against their masters and breaking free.
Zayne looked up, the glow fading from her eyes. She was closeby now, so her soul tracking wasn't necessary anymore. She rode over a small hill and halted her Nightmare as the small group of souls came in sight. Some were still sleeping, but some were awake and speaking to each other. Zayne spotted the one her father had spoken of, his energy, or flux as reapers called it, standing out from the others. She slid off her nightmare and walked forward towards the group,her companion walking along with a snort.

After some time, a day's length or so, as it was in Hell, The giant winged devil once again returned. A faint smoke rising off it's dark grey, naked body. Pulling a spike out of the tall pillar of stone, he dropped the tormented, undying victim to the scorched ground. Collapsing like a corpse atop the dried pool of his own blood, Mithias briefly whimpered in agony. Grinning the devil raised a hand toward him and magically healed his wounds. The demon spoke with an electrically reverberating deep voice, "Tomorrow, you shall die a new death, over and again, until your soul is broken. I shall make you my eternal slave." His spiked tail whipped softly behind him as he walked off into the smouldering pits, leaving Mithias to rise pathetically to his hands and knees.

His head of long, black hair hanging, Mithias reached a hand over his stomach. He was restored, for the moment, and couldn't deny within himself a twisted gratitude. Regret still dominated him.

Minarawr said
As Mina passed a rocky area on her winged beast, she picked up on a faint energy nearby. She stopped her creature in mid-air and looked around, trying to pick up on the energy's precise location, but the area was too full of different energy patterns for her to get a precise lock. With an annoyed growl she lowered her beast to the ground and ordered it to stay in it's spot before she walked towards the rocky area she passed over. First thing she noticed as she moved closer to the area was a dead demon, a Ghoul-type to be precise. They were vile creatures, tricksters with no mind. They remembered certain parts of human life and used it to get close to souls stupid enough to listen. Most were repulsive enough to keep souls at a distance, but some were dumb enough to get closer. It seemed the soul that did this was smart enough not to fall for this disgusting creature, a good sign.She spotted a trail of blood and footprints leading towards the rocks and walked towards it. If the soul was hit by the ghoul's attack it wouldn't be very happy. It's wound would fester and rot until he died or was cured, a painful death to say the least.She approached the rocks and spotted a cave the soul had most likely hidden in, walking up to it casually.

Mason held his shoulder, it was flaming hot or some reason now, likely it was infected, that wasn't good, especially here. "Come on, I have to have something.." He said to himself quietly, scanning his pockets for any spare chemlights. Once finding one he snapped it, the stick's artificial bio luminescence lit up the cave easily. He had only a few feet of sight but he could see better regardless, he stopped when he heard something enter the cave, likely another hell-spawn ready to try killing him. Shining his light, he saw a feminine figure, he wasn't sure what to think of this, he smirked a little, clutching his shoulder. The stinging pain shot through him, residing mostly in the points the creature contacted, he couldn't show he was hurt, refusing to hint it as he faced the silhouetted female. "Let me guess, you need assistance as well?" He asked, his expression suggested he'd be less than willing to help but that was farther from the truth. He watched and waited for a movement or response from the apparent female.

Mina smirked when she spotted the soul she had been searching for. It was a male, white hair and a broad figure. Judging by his appearance he worked out in his previous life, she noticed. She spotted his hold on his shoulder and chuckled lightly, seeing the wound oozing with blood and the vile fluid excreted by the ghoul he had encountered. He was tough not to show her any emotion in this state, his wound was most likely burning and stinging as if numerous knives were being stabbed into it by now.
'I need no assistance from a dying soul.' she replied to his question, grinning as she recognized one of the main sentences ghoul demons used.
'What is your name, boy?' she asked him, more serious now.

Mason's expression shifted to surprise, what the hell did that mean 'dying soul'? He was already dead, he couldn't die again could he? He noticed her chuckle, causing him to narrow his eyes in annoyance and anger. "What you think that's funny huh?" He said, taking hand off of the exposed, bubbling, oozing, and bloody wound. Her retort and her grin made him scoff, balling of his fist, causing his wound to burn a little more. "That's none of your concern, is it, demon?" He asked, being cautious, he had been attacked by one, why would he trust another? As the pain got more unbearable, he couldn't help but grunt in pain, his arm slightly shaking in pain.