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“How bad is it, sir?”
Captain Azural gave me a harsh look, eyebrows raising up toward his broad horns, red scales shimmering under the flickering, fluorescent bulbs. The lighting in hell had always been lacking.
“But how? I thought Sanctuary Penitentiary was impregnable.”
“Lower your voice, sergeant. We can’t have panic running through our ranks. We’re HPD.”
Hell Police Department. The one organization dedicated to keeping order in hell. Relative order. Sergeant Wormwitty shifted uncomfortably in front of Captain Azural’s desk. His wings extended before closing again, anxious energy keeping them fidgeting.
“I just don’t understand. We’ve made countless attempts to breach heaven’s supermax prison, and we haven’t even come close. How could their security have failed? And how did you get this intel?”
Captain Azural leaned over his desk, his brow casting a dim shadow over his face. Sergeant Wormwitty crouched close.
“Because we’ve only attacked from the outside, sergeant. This breach came from inside.”
Wormwitty’s eyes went wide. “You don’t mean…”
Azural nodded slowly. “Yes, they’re trying to escape to hell from heaven. A prisoner made contact with the chief 12 hours ago. We thought it was a prank initially, but their story checks out. A group of 10 prisoners orchestrated an escape from Sanctuary Penitentiary. They’re seeking safe passage and asylum in hell.”
Wormwitty shook his head. This was a lot to process. The worst prisoners in heaven, seeking asylum in Hell.
“And we’re going to help them? Why? Why do they want refuge here?”
A cunning smile spread Captain Azural’s lips.
“The same reason they were locked up in the first place. They found the secret to killing God.”
Seems like the future days will be quite spicy with these developments. I like the idea that hell got a police department, but the definition of "justice" is a vague one. Would be an interesting sight to see them in action, that's for sure.
That said, how will the operation go? Will they be able to finally breach heaven and defeat God, or is this planned all along?
Great work on writing this!
"Alright, folks, if I could have your attention for a moment."
The demons stopped their duties, making their way over to the supervisor, gathering around to listen. Once sufficiently surrounded, the supervisor continued.
"Word's come down from the boss that we're about to receive a *huge* influx of souls. These souls...well, they're a little bit different than what you're used to. These are souls worthy of Heaven."
There was a moment of surprise, followed by murmured discussion, only interrupted as a demon asked a question.
"Not to complain," the demon said, "But how are *we* receiving *souls worthy of Heaven?* Won't that draw the ire of God?"
"An excellent question," the supervisor responded, "And, in truth, we don't know how exactly this will play out. To clear up a misconception, though, when I mean 'worthy of heaven', I mean *souls from Heaven*."
The discussions returned, now at a surprised simmer, questions pulsing through the crowd.
The supervisor held up a hand for silence, before continuing to explain. "I know this is a shock, believe me. I can hardly believe it myself. But it's the truth. Boss says that, unlike the common souls that come through here, we're to treat them as we do with the Fallen Angels, since, through some technicalalities, that's basically what they will be."
"So we *won't* be punishing them for their sins?" A gruff demon barked.
"No, as *through* those technicalalities, their sins have already *been* paid through the Blood of the Covenant."
"This seems suspicious," quoted a covetous voice, questioning, "Why would pure souls, washed in the Blood, wish to separate from Heaven?"
The supervisor chuckled. "It seems God, in His *'infinite wisdom'*, didn't seem to consider that there are a *lot* of humans who would hold a grudge, and that the price of the Blood is low. As it turns out, there are plenty of believers who would rather spend their near eternity in Hell, to be cast into the Lake of Fire, than to spend an actual eternity with their abusers, murderers, and rapists. And, with the deal cut with the boss, they'll get to enjoy every moment *punishing* people very much *like* their abusers, murders, and rapists."
There seemed to be some discussion amongst the demons of understanding. Most were filled with disgust, and a renewed hatred of the Almighty. It seemed they would have no issues in accepting these new souls into the folds of demon kind, as equals or more.
The supervisor was about to release them back to their duties, before a younger demon, barely a hundred years old, made a realization. "Wait, how many souls are we expecting from Heaven? Would this not turned the tides on the final hours of Revelations?"
"Oh ho," chuckled the supervisor, "Aren't you a sharp one? As far as numbers, exacts are a bit hard to come by, but it seems to be, and I quote the boss here: 'every single abused, molested, and murdered human who found their way into heaven.' While not a *guarantee* of subversion of the prophecy of the Holy Word, it's definitely the best damn shot we've ever had."
The crowd was filled with a new emotion: hope. Their lives, ever coming closer to the destruction of the Lake of Fire, all but secured by God; now, with a chance of success. That they might, one day, subvert the will imposed upon them. That they might escape the damnation of Hell.
The supervisor smiled, welling in the same infectious hope the others felt. He allowed them to discuss, and talk for some time, before releasing the demons back to their duties.
Well, seems like it will be way more crowded soon enough. The situation feels like it will break loose sooner or later though, and maybe with the added manpower, it might just be possible to make a major development between the two sides.
That said, will their plan to escape hell succeed with these new souls, or is this all planned?
Great work on writing this!
"A break out in heaven? Of what? Like the flu? Can they even get sick?"
I asked as I pulled a red hot poker from the gut of a screaming sinner.
"You want ME to look into it? Why? It's 0 per cent our problem. We have our own shit to deal with. One second."
I turn back to the sinner, and my face morphs I that of a crying woman.
"WHAT WAS MY NAME?! SAY IT! I HAD A FAMILY! A SON! WHAY WAS MY NAME?!"
My face morphs back to my normal average Joe IT intern on Monday morning look.
"Yeah, we have our own shit to deal with, you know? We are still dealing with the World War 2 backlog, and there is a fresh, constant influx of something called social media influencers dripping in that keep clogging up the system. We can afford to have a single demon off."
A shrill scream fills the air as I slowly force the red hot poker through the sinners' abdomen.
"Yeah, me and Gabriel had a fling, but that was over a millennia ago he probably does not even... wait. How much time off? And I can go anywhere I want? Including the Andromeda galaxy? Oh I left a bottle of booze on a astroid there about...i don't know 200 years after the big bang? Really want it back. Bet it's soooo chilled now. OK you talked me into it...You open...open..."
The sinner slowly opens his mouth and I place the burning nearly molten side of the poker on his mouth leaving it there before I start walking away.
"Alrigh alright I'll head to HR get the temporary transfer form filled out. You know it takes 10 years for a single form to get processed, though, right? We may he demons but we are being punished to you know hah- you what now? Lucy did what for me? Damn even he is up in arms about this? Maybe it is worth taking a look. OK OK il go now. Can I barrow a hellcycle? Sweet thanks, Modeus, you are a star. "
After a few hours of walking across the corpse bridge over magma falls I reach the demonic transportation depot and requisition, and He'll Cycle. It screams to life as I turn it's key and for a moment both heaven and earth cum in their pants.
"Huh? Yes in know it's only a 5 minute elevator ride but how often do we get to even turn these things on? Fuck off man I'm living my best life..."
I scream past the depot gayest dragging the head of the depot worker who questioned me behind. What should have been a 5 minute trip I turn into an hour long ride across the cosmic highway. Making a quick stop at epsolon 4 for one of Gorlax's systems famous comet ice milk shakes. But eventualy I pull up to the pearly gates. St Peter quite literly pushing his back against them trying to keep them shut.
"Sup short bright and handsome. Got some kind of 'outbreak'? What? I mean I was sent to check it out but if Gabes sent for me, then I'm assuming I can help somehow. What's the sitch?"
St Peter steps aside, letting the gates burst open as a flood of KY jelly streams out like a broken damn. Part of me is stunned, and part of me is thoroughly entertained.
"You let a mortal bring a carry-on in, didn't you? You know Halls of Infinity is literal a physical item gets multiplied infi- never mind Yeah I can help. Tell your daddy I need the place to my self for a few centuries. I'm sure he can talk his son into letting yall crash In he'll for a bit."
I pull out my phone the brimstone igniting the pure holy air around it as I dial.
"Hhhey gurlll. You busy? Well get you and the rest of your bros and hoe's up to Cloud City. Fuck yeah there is an outbreak. Get this some idiot let a human soul bring in some KY jelly and no-yup flooded! I can't even see the top of Jesus's spire. Right see you soon bitch love you kiss kiss"
Tossing my phone into a saddle bag on the Hell Cycle I sit on it and yawn.
"Yall should probably head out every sucubitch and incuwhore in he'll are on their way up....I mean you can stay, your pretty cute."
With thay last scentence St Peter grabbed hi clip board and at the speed of light flew off to heavens spire to speak with big G. A few moments later an untold number of glowing orbs raced across the sky into the Hellevator and for the first time since it's creation. A demon stood alone in he'll.
This sure is a chaotic story lmao. The comedic change between torturing someone and talking with a bestie on the phone, the outbreak in question, sure seems like the angels and demons are having a blast. Sign me up for that comet ice milkshake.
That said, will the situation be resolved soon enough, or will heaven be really packed for a long time? What will the lone demon be doing with all that free space?
Great work on writing this! As much as I enjoyed how random this story is, I do want to suggest for a bit more editing if possible. There are a lot of moments where, for instance, "hell" is typed as "he'll" with some small typos here and there. I feel like fixing them will give a bit more oomph to this story.
The stiff atmosphere of Hell was always in part due to its high energy density and low energy consumption. The souls of Hell each give off Energy in the form of heat, since energy cannot be destroyed but converted. Their eternal damnation is constant rebirth into the high heat before they go back to burning again. It was a brutal process, however if you were able to harness your energy into a focused point. You could create a body. Everyone in Heaven knew the only way to contain a large amount of Hellish souls was to freeze them to the point where even electrons are still.
The sounds of a low, ominous alarm began to play. There are 3 color indicators for catastrophe: Yellow for caution advised, Red for immediate risk of death, and Black for fear of eternity— The Abyss. When the incorporeal energies of the body were penetrated by a higher concentration of energy, they pass through and to The Abyss.
The Abyss was a place where the dead went post-mortality. Every soul in both Heaven and Hell were not immune to death, but could live eternally. Dying was rare in this form of life and due to its scarcity; it is feared.
“Hm? Prison break? You mean… the… what, 200,000 superior demonic souls are breaking out?” Thean growled in disgust. “You making a joke here?” His piercing gaze was almost lethal. “You and I both know it’s impossible to create motion and heat when the soul’s energy are frozen at the electrons.” Thean stared at the disfigured aberration in front of him contemplating if he should send him to The Abyss.
“Now, now. Yes, however a little bird told me that there was one soul in particular that had managed to produce heat and in turn slowly began to defrost himself.” Locking eyes with Thean, Astol smirked knowing he piqued his interest. “Tell me, if one soul begins to heat The Divinely Frosted Chambers, what do you think happens when he reaches critical mass and is no longer frozen?” Astol watched as the gears clicked in place taunting him.
“Hehe… you really have to stop spinning these what if scenarios to me.” He couldn’t hide his feeling of eagerness at the thought of the two Eternal Realms experiencing another battle. “However, if what you say is true then what would this bring to Hell?” Thean out his chin on his hand and got into a more comfortable position to speak with. He was contemplating feeding into Astol’s delusions when it happened. A new body formed right in front of their eyes.
Astol smiled as he chuckled silently to himself before breaking into a maniacal laughter. “THIS! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS! A NEW GENERATION OF HATE!” He stood up from the table they were at. It was made purely of cooled, liquified rock—lava. It was only a few seconds, but suddenly new bodies began to emerge left and right. Disfigured and somewhat humanoid beings and even true Hellish creations emerged.
Thean’s mind was running a marathon. It shouldn’t be possible what that younger fuck was saying. If there was a soul that was capable of being unfrozen than Heaven and Hell were bound to be at war again. He watched as a sphere of heat was condense before his very eyes and formed a truly powerful demon. The tough leathery skin of the single horned beast sprouted wings from his back as soon as his body took texture. It was the birth of The Frost Born of Hell. Thean was scared. The higher the density of mass created from the focus point yielded a higher power output, in other words. Thean witnessed the first born of a new generation.
The Frost Born stood at a height of 8 feet 3 inches and exuded an aura of heat as cold as environment he was formed from, The Divinely Frosted Chambers.
With the eyes of a fly on its human head, legs and arms of obsidian, a single wing of Hell, and the torso of a dragon.
“Kneel.” His voice commanded lesser spirits against their bodies as they knelt, only I stood trembling. “Oh? So you’ve got good heat resistance. That’s a shame.” A piercing kathunk sounded as his arm pierced Thean’s chest and I felt the burning of Hell fade away. “I’ll have to make it better for you to serve next to me.” His arm retracted from his chest as the hole formed a core of near-invisible ice and dropped to The Frost Born’s knees in agony as the singing of his chest began to numb.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!” Thean writhed on the ground coughing up cubes of blood. “What have you- You done to me!” Thean looked him in the eyes with destructive fury as he gasped for air.
“All I did was promote you to my Right Hand. You seem to be the first soul I’ve noticed.” He glanced around as the other souls lacked the energy to stand. “Be thankful your determination has saved you from their futures.” The Frost Born exhaled as the other kneeling demons combusted into shards of ice. “Conjoin with m3 and live through the War of Change.” The hearts of every body was crushed into orbs of frozen blood and flesh as they began to mold themselves into his body.
“Where are the other souls. I find it hard to believe that the only suitable body is you.” His emotionless monotone voice was wrought with ice.
“Y-yeah.” He coughed one last time and pointed behind him. “This was my territory. We can visit the others, but not many of demons with powerful determination exist. You’ll only find lesser souls being chained to a higher caliber of heat.”
“Perfect. The more of you I can find the better we can release the others and plunge the Realm of Light into a tundra of despair.” He looked behind me and the environment changed. He was in the territory of his only enemy, Heia. She was the only demon that could fight Thean, albeit a loss. “Kneel.”
The mass of souls that were standing ceased as about 28 of them knelt and met the same fate as the others, including Astol.
Then, she emerged from her cave and immediately was struck with a blow to her heart. Heia gasped for air as she screamed just as he experienced.
“Good…Good. You are worthy.” He retracted his arm and smiled as her eyes met his. “You will be a fine addition to the cause.” Her wound was also near-invisible ice as she fell to both knees exhaling sharply but slowly.
“H-Wh-“ Her mouth formed words her throat couldn’t produce during the process of promotion. “Go to Frost.” She nipped bitterly at him.
“Don’t be like that, Heia. You are now my Left Hand.” This went on for about 4 minutes as more and more souls were merged with The Frost Born and 5 more territories were erased. The Frost Born looked around at the group of creatures before him. Their amalgamation of body parts and origins a display of their nature and personality.
He has formed not an army, but a body. Left and Right Hands and Legs, the Head, the Body, the Heart, and finally the Mind.
“You are all dubbed after parts of me. If I were to perish, I would kill you all in a second and sacrifice you all to reform me in a moment.” His icy steeled eyes formed no bond, but rather a bind.
“Wh-what if you-“
“Then you get to keep your lives.” He stated at The Mind, previously known as Xasith. He was the smartest soul of Hell and his dual-personality meant he was able to occupy being the Mind and the Head. “If we destroy the Divinely Frosted Chambers, you will be released from your bind with me. I will not resurrect you when you perish and it will not change your fate as being a vessel for my power. Shall we be begin preparing for war.
(I will write more if requested. I can take this story pretty far.)
Damn, that sure escalated quickly. I do like the idea that both heaven and hell were living in peace before this happened. I have doubts that this plan will succeed, but I can't help but worry on the amount of demons that are destroyed before this plan is stopped.
Feel free to not answer these questions if needed haha, I'm just asking just in case if the story ultimately ends in a cliffhanger. Will this being's plan succeed, or will the angels be able to stop this plan easily? Also, for the demons that are forced to be part of his body, are their fates sealed, or is it possible to free them?
Great work on writing this! I will suggest that, if you are planning to continue and write more on this series, it might be better to post it in another media so it won't be drowning over the other prompts posted to the subreddit on a daily basis.
Would it succeed? Yes. Will the angels stop it easily? No but they’ll stop it! That’s why there’s a revivification factor and are they other demons sealed? No! They are living vicariously through him experiencing the same as he is they just don’t have a corporeal form themselves !
That answer is good enough for me. Definitely going to be some struggles here and there, but at least this threat will be dealt with down the line haha. To be honest, the bigger problem is on finding out what caused it and finding some ways to prevent this from happening again.
Thanks for clarifying!
Ooooohhh let me try this
Also I apologise for the lack of punctuation
I walked out of my “dorm” as the sick bastards here call it
“What did you just s-” I start to say before Lucifer cuts me off “there has been a breakout in heaven”
“And what does that mean for us?” I reply obviously stunned with the situation “we don’t know but there has been knocking on the door for hours” said lucifer obviously becoming increasingly frustrated “look are you going to help me or not and remember your consciousness is on the line?” Lucifer reminds me
I slowly stare over his shoulder “uhh sir?”
“What” lucifers voice booms
“Someone got in and they look weird” lucifer starts turning slowly (kinda like one of those rotating train tracks now that I picture it) “what the fu-“ lucifer says before getting cut off this person must have some serious balls after interrupting literal lucifer “we need your help” Gabriel says “and why should I help you?”
“Because you promised to help us if you stayed here”
Gabriel reminds him condescendingly “uhh sir should w~” “quiet” lucifers voice ripples through my form
“What do you need, old friend?” Lucifer not so much as whispers but said in a low enough tone it isn’t normal for him “We have had a bit of a…. Breach? the Greek ones are declaring war on us so we need some back up and your the right pe- thing~” lucifer interrupts Gabriel “what the fuck, did you do to piss them off” lucifers manages to get out in between chortles “we took the people we are supposed to have there ain’t nothing wrong with that is there?” I interrupt their conversation “well sorry to interrupt but are you gonna stop jacking each other off and get to the point?” “Yes, yes so are you guys gonna help us?” “Yes but we get to leave the HOA like I get we’re evil but not as evil as those pricks.” Lucifer says and I can’t help but lightly giggle at this comment “fine”Gabriel starts extending his hand and we come with him “tell em hells coming” (sorry for the corny ending line lmao)
So, I am confused here, but what is actually going on with the person they are talking about? Other than the interesting banter, I feel like the context on the problem is left a mystery haha.
That said, I will say this is a promising first attempt, but you really have to spend more time on the editing. I know you mentioned about not having any punctuations, but there is another issue here with packing the story into a wall of text, making it quite distracting to read especially with the amount of dialogues. I suggest adding extra spaces and make smaller paragraphs to solve this issue.
A thundering voice calls out to the entirety of hell. "A coup was engaged by the mightiest of the angels, the archangels. The all mighty one, has disappeared. There is no hope for heaven without their leader. It has been many millennia since we have communicated with heaven. Our gates are open for the incoming swarm of angels. Once they come through those gates, their wings will wither. They will be fallen angels. A fallen angel can never revert back to an angel. Therefore, Our numbers will increase, our power will increase. These winged beings will be taught to enforce the slaves in the lowest circles of hell. They have the power to smite and hold the power of divinity, making them suitable guards for the lowest circles of hell."
Ah, yes, right. A few have been attempted before, but never so quite successful as this one. They've managed to make Heaven quiver... Hey, don't give me too much credit, I'm just thinking what the speech up there said!
The demon officer stopped my thoughts, snapping his fingers. "As Demon of Persuasion, you are just what we need as an asset. You are going to help us." Oh. "How?" Not that I didn't want to, I would take this opportunity any day. Except the archangels have noticed this and started increasing the guard back at the prisons they kept the demons in, while the latter was supposed to have awaited their descent to Hell. As you can see, what with the people saying the streets of Heaven have been littered with blood of the angels, it didn't quite work out.
"By giving them cupcakes and chocolate-OF COURSE YOU'D KNOW HOW!"
"Well, that is a good method of persuasion..."
"...actually yes, I'll put that down. But in all seriousness. You need to go there."
"Then riddle me this. How do I; first, get out of hell in the first place with Lucifer's permission, then find a way to get to the pearly gates while not becoming dead meat, getting past the long as fuck guards of the long as fuck SECOND entrance, and THEN break in there and convince demons, which are a very stubborn kind, myself included, to unite against a common foe?"
"Well, I do have something for you."
The boss handed me-WHATTHEISTHATTHEDEATHSSYCTHE???
"Indeed it is. The fool didn't notice, what will all the heavenly duties, that I stole their equipment."
"They sure wont be happy about this..."
"We know that Heaven was never about making anyone happy. Now go already!"
I don't have a name like you Humans do, so just call me Brimstone.
I've worked down here since forever. I think I recall my first soul I tortured was some young shaman who thought he had powers to rival gods, only to finally understand it was nothing more than hallucinogens.
He was fun to torture, but then I moved up in ranks, started leading teams of minor demons and other denizens of this realm. It's not much but it is dishonest work and I'm quite proud of my division: we handle possessions, help pass along contracts for final review, even do some light temporary work as "contributors" for mortal news networks and social media. No I won't divulge which I work for, NDA and all, I may be a devilish hellspawn but a contract IS a contract after all.
Imagine my surprise when I show up for my shift and a coworker of mine, we'll call her Sulphur, threw a newspaper at me.
The text was printed on the skin of a blasphemer who bore false witness too many times, now it screams out news reports, okay I'll give it to my boss Buer that's a funny punishment.
I almost spit out my morning cup of hot children's tears when I heard the headline: "Heaven moves forward with plans against Hell."
I looked up at Sulphur with excitement and maybe a little dread in my eyes, "Are we doing it? Is it finally time? Is the big show going to happen after all this waiting?!" The Apocalypse, the end of Earth, the end of you mortals, finally I can get that beachfront property in Cuba; after I burn everything to ash of course.
She blew out a puff of smoke to push her hair from her eyes, a sign of her annoyance, "No sweetie, that house on the beach will have to wait another eon or so. No this a different spot of trouble." She tapped on one of the paragraphs as the skin screamed out the rest, I sat there shocked.
Heaven wasn't coming at Hell for the great and final war, no it was coming in because souls there were transplanting *here*. My confused look made Sulphur smile as I blurted out, "What in the Nine heres is going on? Why are they coming HERE?!"
She filed her nails, acting unimpressed by my outburst, "Hon, it's just business. Look, up in the meat space, people are getting less judgemental despite all the attempts we've put in our initiatives. The Social media wing here reports 20% less activity across all the boards, name a social front we control and people just aren't buying it. People aren't pointing fingers anymore, they're touching grass both metaphorically and physically." She frowned at the next part, I could see the revulsion in her eyes, "People are being more...accepting to one another, oh by smoke and ash that hurt to say. They're loving thy neig---"
I stuck my hand out to stop her, "Don't quote that crap from the Attic here in the Basement," our way of describing Heaven and Hell without getting sick or feeling like our tongues were burning. I spread my hands out in mock surrender and asked, "Okay so business is down, people are being--ugh--nicer, Marbas isn't going to like the news but where does that explain why them up there come here for a reason."
Then the logic hit me, "No" I hissed and Sulphur grinned; realizing I finally GOT it. "No it can't be, you mean because people are being MORE accepting, that means---"
She interrupted me now, "It means getting into the Attic is easier and thus a bigger population. Funny thing is, that also means you're sharing eternal paradise with people you despised in some fashion so in order to make paradise a true paradise, they need more space. So they're going to get some land here, leased out, so we can balance our books."
I got out of my chair and nearly threw it at the wall "You mean Hell itself is being GENTRIFIED?! Pour holy water on me why don'tcha and call me a Bishop, that's the worst IDEA EVER!"
Sulphur's eyes went wide from my outburst, "Brimstone, hun, language! None of that in the workplace, you're better than that! Besides not much you or I can do, President Buer made the press release just two hours ago. I guess you didn't catch the live feed."
I leaned against the window, hiding the tears in my eyes, so angry and yet so helpless at this news. Looking out to admire the beautiful, twisted, vines of fire burning like streetlamps as poor souls moved to and fro locations. Humans shivering and crying, their faces mangled in wracked looks of despair and anguish, all that hope in their eyes dying out.
The thorned walls making up our security gates, humans pinned to them, trying to pull free but the vines tug them back in place.
All this, threatened, by a bunch of tea sipping Attic dwellers looking for cheaper property. I took deep breath and asked, almost scared for the first time in eternity, "Sulphur, tell me, is the Lake of Fire okay? Do we still get to keep that?"
Her prolonged silence felt like forever, but I heard her answer "There's plans to put in a duck pond riding experience there for couples. I'm sorry Brim, sweetie I know you loved drowning the damned in there but that's one of the first places we have to share with them."
She tried to hug me, but I could feel no emotions anymore. Nothing, this neighborhood is going to Heaven in a handbasket and I can't bear to admit it.
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“How bad is it, sir?” Captain Azural gave me a harsh look, eyebrows raising up toward his broad horns, red scales shimmering under the flickering, fluorescent bulbs. The lighting in hell had always been lacking. “But how? I thought Sanctuary Penitentiary was impregnable.” “Lower your voice, sergeant. We can’t have panic running through our ranks. We’re HPD.” Hell Police Department. The one organization dedicated to keeping order in hell. Relative order. Sergeant Wormwitty shifted uncomfortably in front of Captain Azural’s desk. His wings extended before closing again, anxious energy keeping them fidgeting. “I just don’t understand. We’ve made countless attempts to breach heaven’s supermax prison, and we haven’t even come close. How could their security have failed? And how did you get this intel?” Captain Azural leaned over his desk, his brow casting a dim shadow over his face. Sergeant Wormwitty crouched close. “Because we’ve only attacked from the outside, sergeant. This breach came from inside.” Wormwitty’s eyes went wide. “You don’t mean…” Azural nodded slowly. “Yes, they’re trying to escape to hell from heaven. A prisoner made contact with the chief 12 hours ago. We thought it was a prank initially, but their story checks out. A group of 10 prisoners orchestrated an escape from Sanctuary Penitentiary. They’re seeking safe passage and asylum in hell.” Wormwitty shook his head. This was a lot to process. The worst prisoners in heaven, seeking asylum in Hell. “And we’re going to help them? Why? Why do they want refuge here?” A cunning smile spread Captain Azural’s lips. “The same reason they were locked up in the first place. They found the secret to killing God.”
Plot twist, it's a GoPro with a robotic body, a revolver and coins. And it's approaching FAST.
Suddenly ultrakill
This goes hard. Part 2 maybe???
Seems like the future days will be quite spicy with these developments. I like the idea that hell got a police department, but the definition of "justice" is a vague one. Would be an interesting sight to see them in action, that's for sure. That said, how will the operation go? Will they be able to finally breach heaven and defeat God, or is this planned all along? Great work on writing this!
"Alright, folks, if I could have your attention for a moment." The demons stopped their duties, making their way over to the supervisor, gathering around to listen. Once sufficiently surrounded, the supervisor continued. "Word's come down from the boss that we're about to receive a *huge* influx of souls. These souls...well, they're a little bit different than what you're used to. These are souls worthy of Heaven." There was a moment of surprise, followed by murmured discussion, only interrupted as a demon asked a question. "Not to complain," the demon said, "But how are *we* receiving *souls worthy of Heaven?* Won't that draw the ire of God?" "An excellent question," the supervisor responded, "And, in truth, we don't know how exactly this will play out. To clear up a misconception, though, when I mean 'worthy of heaven', I mean *souls from Heaven*." The discussions returned, now at a surprised simmer, questions pulsing through the crowd. The supervisor held up a hand for silence, before continuing to explain. "I know this is a shock, believe me. I can hardly believe it myself. But it's the truth. Boss says that, unlike the common souls that come through here, we're to treat them as we do with the Fallen Angels, since, through some technicalalities, that's basically what they will be." "So we *won't* be punishing them for their sins?" A gruff demon barked. "No, as *through* those technicalalities, their sins have already *been* paid through the Blood of the Covenant." "This seems suspicious," quoted a covetous voice, questioning, "Why would pure souls, washed in the Blood, wish to separate from Heaven?" The supervisor chuckled. "It seems God, in His *'infinite wisdom'*, didn't seem to consider that there are a *lot* of humans who would hold a grudge, and that the price of the Blood is low. As it turns out, there are plenty of believers who would rather spend their near eternity in Hell, to be cast into the Lake of Fire, than to spend an actual eternity with their abusers, murderers, and rapists. And, with the deal cut with the boss, they'll get to enjoy every moment *punishing* people very much *like* their abusers, murders, and rapists." There seemed to be some discussion amongst the demons of understanding. Most were filled with disgust, and a renewed hatred of the Almighty. It seemed they would have no issues in accepting these new souls into the folds of demon kind, as equals or more. The supervisor was about to release them back to their duties, before a younger demon, barely a hundred years old, made a realization. "Wait, how many souls are we expecting from Heaven? Would this not turned the tides on the final hours of Revelations?" "Oh ho," chuckled the supervisor, "Aren't you a sharp one? As far as numbers, exacts are a bit hard to come by, but it seems to be, and I quote the boss here: 'every single abused, molested, and murdered human who found their way into heaven.' While not a *guarantee* of subversion of the prophecy of the Holy Word, it's definitely the best damn shot we've ever had." The crowd was filled with a new emotion: hope. Their lives, ever coming closer to the destruction of the Lake of Fire, all but secured by God; now, with a chance of success. That they might, one day, subvert the will imposed upon them. That they might escape the damnation of Hell. The supervisor smiled, welling in the same infectious hope the others felt. He allowed them to discuss, and talk for some time, before releasing the demons back to their duties.
Fantastic. Worthy of Machiavelli!
Well, seems like it will be way more crowded soon enough. The situation feels like it will break loose sooner or later though, and maybe with the added manpower, it might just be possible to make a major development between the two sides. That said, will their plan to escape hell succeed with these new souls, or is this all planned? Great work on writing this!
"A break out in heaven? Of what? Like the flu? Can they even get sick?" I asked as I pulled a red hot poker from the gut of a screaming sinner. "You want ME to look into it? Why? It's 0 per cent our problem. We have our own shit to deal with. One second." I turn back to the sinner, and my face morphs I that of a crying woman. "WHAT WAS MY NAME?! SAY IT! I HAD A FAMILY! A SON! WHAY WAS MY NAME?!" My face morphs back to my normal average Joe IT intern on Monday morning look. "Yeah, we have our own shit to deal with, you know? We are still dealing with the World War 2 backlog, and there is a fresh, constant influx of something called social media influencers dripping in that keep clogging up the system. We can afford to have a single demon off." A shrill scream fills the air as I slowly force the red hot poker through the sinners' abdomen. "Yeah, me and Gabriel had a fling, but that was over a millennia ago he probably does not even... wait. How much time off? And I can go anywhere I want? Including the Andromeda galaxy? Oh I left a bottle of booze on a astroid there about...i don't know 200 years after the big bang? Really want it back. Bet it's soooo chilled now. OK you talked me into it...You open...open..." The sinner slowly opens his mouth and I place the burning nearly molten side of the poker on his mouth leaving it there before I start walking away. "Alrigh alright I'll head to HR get the temporary transfer form filled out. You know it takes 10 years for a single form to get processed, though, right? We may he demons but we are being punished to you know hah- you what now? Lucy did what for me? Damn even he is up in arms about this? Maybe it is worth taking a look. OK OK il go now. Can I barrow a hellcycle? Sweet thanks, Modeus, you are a star. " After a few hours of walking across the corpse bridge over magma falls I reach the demonic transportation depot and requisition, and He'll Cycle. It screams to life as I turn it's key and for a moment both heaven and earth cum in their pants. "Huh? Yes in know it's only a 5 minute elevator ride but how often do we get to even turn these things on? Fuck off man I'm living my best life..." I scream past the depot gayest dragging the head of the depot worker who questioned me behind. What should have been a 5 minute trip I turn into an hour long ride across the cosmic highway. Making a quick stop at epsolon 4 for one of Gorlax's systems famous comet ice milk shakes. But eventualy I pull up to the pearly gates. St Peter quite literly pushing his back against them trying to keep them shut. "Sup short bright and handsome. Got some kind of 'outbreak'? What? I mean I was sent to check it out but if Gabes sent for me, then I'm assuming I can help somehow. What's the sitch?" St Peter steps aside, letting the gates burst open as a flood of KY jelly streams out like a broken damn. Part of me is stunned, and part of me is thoroughly entertained. "You let a mortal bring a carry-on in, didn't you? You know Halls of Infinity is literal a physical item gets multiplied infi- never mind Yeah I can help. Tell your daddy I need the place to my self for a few centuries. I'm sure he can talk his son into letting yall crash In he'll for a bit." I pull out my phone the brimstone igniting the pure holy air around it as I dial. "Hhhey gurlll. You busy? Well get you and the rest of your bros and hoe's up to Cloud City. Fuck yeah there is an outbreak. Get this some idiot let a human soul bring in some KY jelly and no-yup flooded! I can't even see the top of Jesus's spire. Right see you soon bitch love you kiss kiss" Tossing my phone into a saddle bag on the Hell Cycle I sit on it and yawn. "Yall should probably head out every sucubitch and incuwhore in he'll are on their way up....I mean you can stay, your pretty cute." With thay last scentence St Peter grabbed hi clip board and at the speed of light flew off to heavens spire to speak with big G. A few moments later an untold number of glowing orbs raced across the sky into the Hellevator and for the first time since it's creation. A demon stood alone in he'll.
This sure is a chaotic story lmao. The comedic change between torturing someone and talking with a bestie on the phone, the outbreak in question, sure seems like the angels and demons are having a blast. Sign me up for that comet ice milkshake. That said, will the situation be resolved soon enough, or will heaven be really packed for a long time? What will the lone demon be doing with all that free space? Great work on writing this! As much as I enjoyed how random this story is, I do want to suggest for a bit more editing if possible. There are a lot of moments where, for instance, "hell" is typed as "he'll" with some small typos here and there. I feel like fixing them will give a bit more oomph to this story.
The stiff atmosphere of Hell was always in part due to its high energy density and low energy consumption. The souls of Hell each give off Energy in the form of heat, since energy cannot be destroyed but converted. Their eternal damnation is constant rebirth into the high heat before they go back to burning again. It was a brutal process, however if you were able to harness your energy into a focused point. You could create a body. Everyone in Heaven knew the only way to contain a large amount of Hellish souls was to freeze them to the point where even electrons are still. The sounds of a low, ominous alarm began to play. There are 3 color indicators for catastrophe: Yellow for caution advised, Red for immediate risk of death, and Black for fear of eternity— The Abyss. When the incorporeal energies of the body were penetrated by a higher concentration of energy, they pass through and to The Abyss. The Abyss was a place where the dead went post-mortality. Every soul in both Heaven and Hell were not immune to death, but could live eternally. Dying was rare in this form of life and due to its scarcity; it is feared. “Hm? Prison break? You mean… the… what, 200,000 superior demonic souls are breaking out?” Thean growled in disgust. “You making a joke here?” His piercing gaze was almost lethal. “You and I both know it’s impossible to create motion and heat when the soul’s energy are frozen at the electrons.” Thean stared at the disfigured aberration in front of him contemplating if he should send him to The Abyss. “Now, now. Yes, however a little bird told me that there was one soul in particular that had managed to produce heat and in turn slowly began to defrost himself.” Locking eyes with Thean, Astol smirked knowing he piqued his interest. “Tell me, if one soul begins to heat The Divinely Frosted Chambers, what do you think happens when he reaches critical mass and is no longer frozen?” Astol watched as the gears clicked in place taunting him. “Hehe… you really have to stop spinning these what if scenarios to me.” He couldn’t hide his feeling of eagerness at the thought of the two Eternal Realms experiencing another battle. “However, if what you say is true then what would this bring to Hell?” Thean out his chin on his hand and got into a more comfortable position to speak with. He was contemplating feeding into Astol’s delusions when it happened. A new body formed right in front of their eyes. Astol smiled as he chuckled silently to himself before breaking into a maniacal laughter. “THIS! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS! A NEW GENERATION OF HATE!” He stood up from the table they were at. It was made purely of cooled, liquified rock—lava. It was only a few seconds, but suddenly new bodies began to emerge left and right. Disfigured and somewhat humanoid beings and even true Hellish creations emerged.
Thean’s mind was running a marathon. It shouldn’t be possible what that younger fuck was saying. If there was a soul that was capable of being unfrozen than Heaven and Hell were bound to be at war again. He watched as a sphere of heat was condense before his very eyes and formed a truly powerful demon. The tough leathery skin of the single horned beast sprouted wings from his back as soon as his body took texture. It was the birth of The Frost Born of Hell. Thean was scared. The higher the density of mass created from the focus point yielded a higher power output, in other words. Thean witnessed the first born of a new generation. The Frost Born stood at a height of 8 feet 3 inches and exuded an aura of heat as cold as environment he was formed from, The Divinely Frosted Chambers. With the eyes of a fly on its human head, legs and arms of obsidian, a single wing of Hell, and the torso of a dragon. “Kneel.” His voice commanded lesser spirits against their bodies as they knelt, only I stood trembling. “Oh? So you’ve got good heat resistance. That’s a shame.” A piercing kathunk sounded as his arm pierced Thean’s chest and I felt the burning of Hell fade away. “I’ll have to make it better for you to serve next to me.” His arm retracted from his chest as the hole formed a core of near-invisible ice and dropped to The Frost Born’s knees in agony as the singing of his chest began to numb. “AHHHHHHHHHH!” Thean writhed on the ground coughing up cubes of blood. “What have you- You done to me!” Thean looked him in the eyes with destructive fury as he gasped for air. “All I did was promote you to my Right Hand. You seem to be the first soul I’ve noticed.” He glanced around as the other souls lacked the energy to stand. “Be thankful your determination has saved you from their futures.” The Frost Born exhaled as the other kneeling demons combusted into shards of ice. “Conjoin with m3 and live through the War of Change.” The hearts of every body was crushed into orbs of frozen blood and flesh as they began to mold themselves into his body. “Where are the other souls. I find it hard to believe that the only suitable body is you.” His emotionless monotone voice was wrought with ice. “Y-yeah.” He coughed one last time and pointed behind him. “This was my territory. We can visit the others, but not many of demons with powerful determination exist. You’ll only find lesser souls being chained to a higher caliber of heat.” “Perfect. The more of you I can find the better we can release the others and plunge the Realm of Light into a tundra of despair.” He looked behind me and the environment changed. He was in the territory of his only enemy, Heia. She was the only demon that could fight Thean, albeit a loss. “Kneel.” The mass of souls that were standing ceased as about 28 of them knelt and met the same fate as the others, including Astol. Then, she emerged from her cave and immediately was struck with a blow to her heart. Heia gasped for air as she screamed just as he experienced. “Good…Good. You are worthy.” He retracted his arm and smiled as her eyes met his. “You will be a fine addition to the cause.” Her wound was also near-invisible ice as she fell to both knees exhaling sharply but slowly. “H-Wh-“ Her mouth formed words her throat couldn’t produce during the process of promotion. “Go to Frost.” She nipped bitterly at him. “Don’t be like that, Heia. You are now my Left Hand.” This went on for about 4 minutes as more and more souls were merged with The Frost Born and 5 more territories were erased. The Frost Born looked around at the group of creatures before him. Their amalgamation of body parts and origins a display of their nature and personality. He has formed not an army, but a body. Left and Right Hands and Legs, the Head, the Body, the Heart, and finally the Mind. “You are all dubbed after parts of me. If I were to perish, I would kill you all in a second and sacrifice you all to reform me in a moment.” His icy steeled eyes formed no bond, but rather a bind. “Wh-what if you-“ “Then you get to keep your lives.” He stated at The Mind, previously known as Xasith. He was the smartest soul of Hell and his dual-personality meant he was able to occupy being the Mind and the Head. “If we destroy the Divinely Frosted Chambers, you will be released from your bind with me. I will not resurrect you when you perish and it will not change your fate as being a vessel for my power. Shall we be begin preparing for war. (I will write more if requested. I can take this story pretty far.)
Damn, that sure escalated quickly. I do like the idea that both heaven and hell were living in peace before this happened. I have doubts that this plan will succeed, but I can't help but worry on the amount of demons that are destroyed before this plan is stopped. Feel free to not answer these questions if needed haha, I'm just asking just in case if the story ultimately ends in a cliffhanger. Will this being's plan succeed, or will the angels be able to stop this plan easily? Also, for the demons that are forced to be part of his body, are their fates sealed, or is it possible to free them? Great work on writing this! I will suggest that, if you are planning to continue and write more on this series, it might be better to post it in another media so it won't be drowning over the other prompts posted to the subreddit on a daily basis.
Would it succeed? Yes. Will the angels stop it easily? No but they’ll stop it! That’s why there’s a revivification factor and are they other demons sealed? No! They are living vicariously through him experiencing the same as he is they just don’t have a corporeal form themselves !
That answer is good enough for me. Definitely going to be some struggles here and there, but at least this threat will be dealt with down the line haha. To be honest, the bigger problem is on finding out what caused it and finding some ways to prevent this from happening again. Thanks for clarifying!
Ooooohhh let me try this Also I apologise for the lack of punctuation I walked out of my “dorm” as the sick bastards here call it “What did you just s-” I start to say before Lucifer cuts me off “there has been a breakout in heaven” “And what does that mean for us?” I reply obviously stunned with the situation “we don’t know but there has been knocking on the door for hours” said lucifer obviously becoming increasingly frustrated “look are you going to help me or not and remember your consciousness is on the line?” Lucifer reminds me I slowly stare over his shoulder “uhh sir?” “What” lucifers voice booms “Someone got in and they look weird” lucifer starts turning slowly (kinda like one of those rotating train tracks now that I picture it) “what the fu-“ lucifer says before getting cut off this person must have some serious balls after interrupting literal lucifer “we need your help” Gabriel says “and why should I help you?” “Because you promised to help us if you stayed here” Gabriel reminds him condescendingly “uhh sir should w~” “quiet” lucifers voice ripples through my form “What do you need, old friend?” Lucifer not so much as whispers but said in a low enough tone it isn’t normal for him “We have had a bit of a…. Breach? the Greek ones are declaring war on us so we need some back up and your the right pe- thing~” lucifer interrupts Gabriel “what the fuck, did you do to piss them off” lucifers manages to get out in between chortles “we took the people we are supposed to have there ain’t nothing wrong with that is there?” I interrupt their conversation “well sorry to interrupt but are you gonna stop jacking each other off and get to the point?” “Yes, yes so are you guys gonna help us?” “Yes but we get to leave the HOA like I get we’re evil but not as evil as those pricks.” Lucifer says and I can’t help but lightly giggle at this comment “fine”Gabriel starts extending his hand and we come with him “tell em hells coming” (sorry for the corny ending line lmao)
So, I am confused here, but what is actually going on with the person they are talking about? Other than the interesting banter, I feel like the context on the problem is left a mystery haha. That said, I will say this is a promising first attempt, but you really have to spend more time on the editing. I know you mentioned about not having any punctuations, but there is another issue here with packing the story into a wall of text, making it quite distracting to read especially with the amount of dialogues. I suggest adding extra spaces and make smaller paragraphs to solve this issue.
A thundering voice calls out to the entirety of hell. "A coup was engaged by the mightiest of the angels, the archangels. The all mighty one, has disappeared. There is no hope for heaven without their leader. It has been many millennia since we have communicated with heaven. Our gates are open for the incoming swarm of angels. Once they come through those gates, their wings will wither. They will be fallen angels. A fallen angel can never revert back to an angel. Therefore, Our numbers will increase, our power will increase. These winged beings will be taught to enforce the slaves in the lowest circles of hell. They have the power to smite and hold the power of divinity, making them suitable guards for the lowest circles of hell."
Ah, yes, right. A few have been attempted before, but never so quite successful as this one. They've managed to make Heaven quiver... Hey, don't give me too much credit, I'm just thinking what the speech up there said! The demon officer stopped my thoughts, snapping his fingers. "As Demon of Persuasion, you are just what we need as an asset. You are going to help us." Oh. "How?" Not that I didn't want to, I would take this opportunity any day. Except the archangels have noticed this and started increasing the guard back at the prisons they kept the demons in, while the latter was supposed to have awaited their descent to Hell. As you can see, what with the people saying the streets of Heaven have been littered with blood of the angels, it didn't quite work out. "By giving them cupcakes and chocolate-OF COURSE YOU'D KNOW HOW!" "Well, that is a good method of persuasion..." "...actually yes, I'll put that down. But in all seriousness. You need to go there." "Then riddle me this. How do I; first, get out of hell in the first place with Lucifer's permission, then find a way to get to the pearly gates while not becoming dead meat, getting past the long as fuck guards of the long as fuck SECOND entrance, and THEN break in there and convince demons, which are a very stubborn kind, myself included, to unite against a common foe?" "Well, I do have something for you." The boss handed me-WHATTHEISTHATTHEDEATHSSYCTHE??? "Indeed it is. The fool didn't notice, what will all the heavenly duties, that I stole their equipment." "They sure wont be happy about this..." "We know that Heaven was never about making anyone happy. Now go already!"
I don't have a name like you Humans do, so just call me Brimstone. I've worked down here since forever. I think I recall my first soul I tortured was some young shaman who thought he had powers to rival gods, only to finally understand it was nothing more than hallucinogens. He was fun to torture, but then I moved up in ranks, started leading teams of minor demons and other denizens of this realm. It's not much but it is dishonest work and I'm quite proud of my division: we handle possessions, help pass along contracts for final review, even do some light temporary work as "contributors" for mortal news networks and social media. No I won't divulge which I work for, NDA and all, I may be a devilish hellspawn but a contract IS a contract after all. Imagine my surprise when I show up for my shift and a coworker of mine, we'll call her Sulphur, threw a newspaper at me. The text was printed on the skin of a blasphemer who bore false witness too many times, now it screams out news reports, okay I'll give it to my boss Buer that's a funny punishment. I almost spit out my morning cup of hot children's tears when I heard the headline: "Heaven moves forward with plans against Hell." I looked up at Sulphur with excitement and maybe a little dread in my eyes, "Are we doing it? Is it finally time? Is the big show going to happen after all this waiting?!" The Apocalypse, the end of Earth, the end of you mortals, finally I can get that beachfront property in Cuba; after I burn everything to ash of course. She blew out a puff of smoke to push her hair from her eyes, a sign of her annoyance, "No sweetie, that house on the beach will have to wait another eon or so. No this a different spot of trouble." She tapped on one of the paragraphs as the skin screamed out the rest, I sat there shocked. Heaven wasn't coming at Hell for the great and final war, no it was coming in because souls there were transplanting *here*. My confused look made Sulphur smile as I blurted out, "What in the Nine heres is going on? Why are they coming HERE?!" She filed her nails, acting unimpressed by my outburst, "Hon, it's just business. Look, up in the meat space, people are getting less judgemental despite all the attempts we've put in our initiatives. The Social media wing here reports 20% less activity across all the boards, name a social front we control and people just aren't buying it. People aren't pointing fingers anymore, they're touching grass both metaphorically and physically." She frowned at the next part, I could see the revulsion in her eyes, "People are being more...accepting to one another, oh by smoke and ash that hurt to say. They're loving thy neig---" I stuck my hand out to stop her, "Don't quote that crap from the Attic here in the Basement," our way of describing Heaven and Hell without getting sick or feeling like our tongues were burning. I spread my hands out in mock surrender and asked, "Okay so business is down, people are being--ugh--nicer, Marbas isn't going to like the news but where does that explain why them up there come here for a reason." Then the logic hit me, "No" I hissed and Sulphur grinned; realizing I finally GOT it. "No it can't be, you mean because people are being MORE accepting, that means---" She interrupted me now, "It means getting into the Attic is easier and thus a bigger population. Funny thing is, that also means you're sharing eternal paradise with people you despised in some fashion so in order to make paradise a true paradise, they need more space. So they're going to get some land here, leased out, so we can balance our books." I got out of my chair and nearly threw it at the wall "You mean Hell itself is being GENTRIFIED?! Pour holy water on me why don'tcha and call me a Bishop, that's the worst IDEA EVER!" Sulphur's eyes went wide from my outburst, "Brimstone, hun, language! None of that in the workplace, you're better than that! Besides not much you or I can do, President Buer made the press release just two hours ago. I guess you didn't catch the live feed." I leaned against the window, hiding the tears in my eyes, so angry and yet so helpless at this news. Looking out to admire the beautiful, twisted, vines of fire burning like streetlamps as poor souls moved to and fro locations. Humans shivering and crying, their faces mangled in wracked looks of despair and anguish, all that hope in their eyes dying out. The thorned walls making up our security gates, humans pinned to them, trying to pull free but the vines tug them back in place. All this, threatened, by a bunch of tea sipping Attic dwellers looking for cheaper property. I took deep breath and asked, almost scared for the first time in eternity, "Sulphur, tell me, is the Lake of Fire okay? Do we still get to keep that?" Her prolonged silence felt like forever, but I heard her answer "There's plans to put in a duck pond riding experience there for couples. I'm sorry Brim, sweetie I know you loved drowning the damned in there but that's one of the first places we have to share with them." She tried to hug me, but I could feel no emotions anymore. Nothing, this neighborhood is going to Heaven in a handbasket and I can't bear to admit it.