Prologue
The Real Underworld. It's a dangerous place to be in, hazardous.
And maybe that's why, all the books on religion and spirituality and philosophy, whether it be Christianity, Islam or Buddhism, speaks extensively about doing good and kind in this world.
Even in the Hindu Mythology, quotes and books on karma in the world:
"𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗲; 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗲."
And yet, Hell is not empty.
As it 𝘪𝘴 destined to be full of souls that have sinned, and sinned so extremely, that their only penalty is death...
But of course, the world has different beliefs. That's what it revolves around. And according to different beliefs: each gets what they deserve, and only what they deserve.
So, there are people who have sinned minutely, under circumstances, and have faced the consequences accordingly....
Then there are people who have sinned enormously, but not vitally, and have faced consequences accordingly...
Even then, there are people dissolved in all seven sins and sinned gravely, that their sins are (almost) unforgivable...
But..then there are those that have sinned passionately..
Those that have sinned so skillfully, that even the devil would take a seat and watch their drama...
Those that have all sins engraved in them:
All are so deeply engraved in them, that even the largest wipe of goodness won't be able to cleanse their hearts away...
Unforgivable, unforgettable sins; Sins that leave a scar. And a scar remains forever.
So, all these people... Shadows of tortured souls; screams, moans, and the crack of whips fills the air like a symphony of agony.
𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴... 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯... 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳...
No, these are empty sins, hollow and devoid of any intrinsic motivation, of any desire or lust...
... 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘯; 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵....
Neither these, sinners that sinned but not with all of them...
... 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮...
Every being has an evil inside them, but evil, in itself, are not them...
....𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴...
Evil is agony, desire, greed, lust, desperation and passion; everything that is and everything that darkness takes over...
𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴...
That is Evil. In its pure form.
Stone steps emerge before them, spiraling downward, deeper into the abyss. The air grows thicker, the screams fading into a heavy, oppressive silence.
Only a dim, flickering flame casts weak light over a single figure.
Cold gripped the room, snuffing out any fire, while the silence chilled the air.
Chains hang like dead vines from the ceiling, clanking faintly as if whispering secrets.
They stop a few feet away, polished boots gleaming faintly in the dim light.
???
Still breathing, I see?
Their head tilts. As if, in amusement. And they step forward. The light bends around him, dims down and darkness envelopes even further...
Bruised, bloodied, and hollow-eyed, he stares at the man before him. Instead, he lets out a faint, guttural exhale, the sound of a man pushed beyond mortal limits but still alive.
Bruised, bloodied, hollow-eyed, 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘶𝘱.
???
Ah, don't tell me you're getting tired, already.
His lips part slightly, as though he wants to speak, but nothing comes out. 𝘛𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩, 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥.
Their feet circle him, like a 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬 𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘺, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯...
And the prey...𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨...𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵, 𝘨𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦...
"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?"
???
You know why I'm here?
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 crouches down, leveling their gazes; glowing eyes pierc𝗂𝗇𝗀 into the prisoner’s very soul.
𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮?
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆...
𝖣𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗌...
..𝖨𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾...
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘮. Whose voice is not heard—it is felt, a deep reverberation that pushes past every layer of existence in the mortal's body...
And how many times he had to pass through it, losing his soul and getting it back...
???
"Damien Hayes 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴 at the face of death"
???
"Damien Hayes is the inevitable"
???
"Even the 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘢𝘩, 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧...𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭.."
The mortal's pulse quickens. He cannot speak, cannot question, but he won't be allowed to think...
Not when 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
Death
But I don't see you laughing now.
No one actually realizes the end of life, unless it's on their door...
They treat their lives like a game...
They treat their life like complete 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵...
𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦...
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦...
But when death comes at their door, they cling to their life, take shelter under it, try to escape, try to run...
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦...
Death
"𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖫𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾."
Damien Hayes
(shivering and trembling, gulping constantly in the suffering)
The end, as you know it, has never been.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.
Death
"You have bled the earth..."
Death
"𝗡𝗼𝘄, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻."
Me (Author)
Alright so I hope you felt that.
Me (Author)
And ok, so this is my first experiment of testing how a book would go if there is no romance in it because I wanted to write a webtoon-typa-shit but ofc I don't know how to do webtoon so this is what we have-
Me (Author)
Ok I'm blabbering but fine. This is the book.
Me (Author)
And yes, this is JUST a glance. The real thing is too ahead. So you have to ask yourself: Am I ready for this?
Me (Author)
If your answer is NO, please leave. It's for your own good and obviously, I'm not upset. Kudos to you, for recognising if this book isn't for you
Me (Author)
And if the answer if YES, ah you're welcome. And be prepared.
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