( Warning: Time in Hell and the Verses are Completely Different).
NIELAN.
The sky stretched above me—an endless void stripped of life. No clouds drifted lazily, no birds cut through the air with their wings, no sun or stars pierced the darkness. It was an abyss, hollow and cold. My gaze shifted downward, and there, sprawled across the desolate expanse, were millions of them. Beasts with gnashing teeth, demons with eyes like smoldering embers, creatures whose forms defied reason—twisted, grotesque, writhing in the shadows.
And among them, the fallen.
Gods who had once commanded galaxies with a mere thought, rulers who had crushed entire civilizations beneath their heels—now broken, their divine flesh rotting, their power reduced to nothing. The air reeked of sulfur and decay, a suffocating miasma that clung to my throat.
I rose slowly, my limbs heavy, my mind sharpening despite the horror around me. I needed to move. To escape. But then—screams. Not just any screams, but the wails of the damned, a chorus of agony so profound it vibrated in my bones. I looked down, past the edge of the cliff where I stood, and saw it—the Pit.
A fire so vast it could have swallowed oceans. A flame so deep it might have burned through the core of a universe. And within it, they burned.
Humans, their flesh peeling like parchment. Mutants, their unnatural forms writhing as their flesh fused and melted. Hybrids, their dual natures tearing them apart. Dragons, their scales blackening, their roars silenced. Rulers, their crowns molten slag upon their brows. Gods—dead gods—clawing at the flames, their divine blood boiling as they fought, uselessly, against the inevitable.
I saw their fear. Their pain. Their regret.
And yet…
I felt nothing.
The only thing that mattered was him. Krelious. His death. And anyone foolish enough to stand between me and vengeance.
I turned away from the abyss and began my descent. The mountain was jagged, its edges sharp enough to flay skin from bone. My hands bled as I climbed down, my muscles screaming with every movement. Then—I slipped.
The world spun. Stone tore into me. And then—impact.
Pain.
Real pain.
For the first time in what felt like eternity, I hurt. My leg—snapped, the bone jutting through flesh, white and slick with blood. A scream tore from my throat before I could stop it, raw and guttural. I clamped my jaw shut, biting down until my teeth ached. If they heard me… if they came…
I would be dragged into the Pit. Eaten alive.
Gritting my teeth, I grabbed my shattered leg and pushed the bone back in.
Mistake.
Fire exploded through my nerves. My vision whited out. My skull pounded, a drumbeat of agony. Anger—hot, molten, uncontrollable—flooded my veins. But I couldn't scream. Couldn't make a sound. If I did, they would find me.
So I endured.
Minutes? Hours? Time meant nothing here. Eventually, the pain dulled to a throbbing nightmare. I tore strips from my clothes, binding my leg in a crude splint. My hands shook. My breath came in ragged gasps.
I needed to move.
A stick. Just a broken branch, half-rotted, but it would have to do. I gripped it, knuckles white, and forced myself up. My body protested, every muscle trembling, but I stood.
And then—
I took my first step toward vengeance.
The Infernal Odyssey: A Journey Through Hell's Eternal Torment
Prologue: The Descent Into Madness
Hell was not a place—it was an entity, a living nightmare that breathed suffering into every atom of its existence. I awoke here, not by choice, but by the cruel design of another. The air was thick with the stench of burning flesh and the echoes of unending screams. The sky, if it could be called that, was a swirling vortex of crimson and obsidian, a ceiling of fire that offered no solace.
This was my reality now. And so, with nothing but my rage and a sliver of hope, I began my journey.
The Endless Search.
For days, I wandered through the scorched wastelands, my feet blistering against the molten earth. Then days became months. Months bled into years. Five years passed in a blur of agony, yet I never stopped moving. I could not afford to.
Lucifer's castle was the only beacon in this abyss—the only place where salvation might exist. But Hell was vast, an infinite labyrinth designed to break the will of even the strongest souls. I fought demons, beasts, and horrors that slithered from the shadows. Each battle left me weaker, yet with every wound, I remembered the one who sent me here. That memory was my fuel.
Then, after a decade of ceaseless searching, I found my first true lead.
A messenger of Lucifer crossed my path—a wretched creature with eyes like dying embers. I tore into it, devouring its knowledge along with its flesh. From its dying whispers, I learned of a path, a hidden trail that might lead me to the Dark Lord himself.
The Taste of Survival.
Hell had no mercy. No water. No food. Only the damned and the devoured.
To survive, I did the unthinkable.
I ate the flesh of demons. Drank the blood of beasts. At first, the very thought revolted me—the texture of infernal meat, the metallic tang of blackened ichor. But hunger is a relentless master. With time, I grew accustomed to the taste. Then, I grew stronger.
One day, after consuming the heart of a powerful demon, something within me shifted. A surge of energy coursed through my veins, mending broken bones, sealing wounds, and rendering me immune to Hell's scorching breath. The heat no longer burned me. The air no longer choked me.
I was adapting.
And so, armed with this newfound resilience, I pressed onward.
The Dead God's Alliance
Two years after uncovering the messenger's clue, I encountered another lost soul—a dead god.
He was like me: trapped, desperate, searching for escape. We exchanged stories, traded secrets, and in doing so, we realized our paths aligned. Together, we deciphered the riddles of Hell's geography, tracing the whispers of Lucifer's whereabouts to the very core of this damned realm.
Deep within the abyss, where the screams of the tormented condensed into a chorus of despair, we found it—Lucifer's Castle.
A monolithic fortress of blackened spires, surrounded by an ocean of fire and guarded by legions of high-ranking demons. The sight was both awe-inspiring and horrifying.
We knew then: storming the castle alone would be suicide.
So, we sought allies.
The Army of the Damned.
For five more years, we scoured Hell, gathering the forgotten, the sealed, the betrayed.
Two million souls—dead gods, fallen warriors, ancient entities—all united by a single purpose: escape.
We were an army forged in suffering, hardened by eternity. And yet, one piece of the puzzle remained missing.
Lucifer himself was absent.
Rumors spoke of his travels beyond Hell, his schemes stretching into realms unknown. We had no choice but to wait. Even if it took another seventeen years. Even if it took a century.
We would endure.
The Truth of Hell's Age.
In my time here, I learned a chilling truth: Hell is older than time itself.
Ancient demons, creatures whose names had been erased from history, spoke of an era before rulers, before the Abyss, before the Unknown.
"Hell has existed for 800 billion years," one whispered. "And even that is but a fraction of its true age."
This revelation struck me like a blade. If Hell predated all creation, then Lucifer was not its master—he was merely its current occupant.
And if I could overthrow him…
The power I would gain would transcend all realms, all rulers, all verses combined.
With it, I could finally destroy Krelious.
I could cage his soul here—forever.
The Nature of Eternal Torment.
Hell is not just fire and chains.
It is despair incarnate.
There is no death here—only cycles of suffering. If you are torn apart, you reform. If you are consumed, you return. The agony is perpetual, the hunger insatiable, the thirst unquenchable.
Regret festers in the air.
Tears evaporate before they can fall.
And through it all, the nightmare never ends.
Epilogue: The Weight of Venge
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I stand now at the precipice of destiny, surrounded by an army of the damned, staring into the abyss of Lucifer's domain.
The wait is almost over.
And when he returns…
Hell itself will tremble.
NEXT CHAPTER ✓
ACT 14: LOVE, DUTY AND SACRIFICE.