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Hell's Portal ~Me x Dragnor~

Lagertha

Lagertha

Devilishly Wicked
Joined
Apr 27, 2014
Location
Conneticut
"Yaruk! Stop!" She was surrounded, holding off the demons that pouring out of the gates around her as she screamed at her brother to stop. He was getting dangerously close to a portal she had not seen before. It was glowing, swirling with orange and blue and in the middle it pooled to make black before expanding. A door was formed as her brother's fingers touched the liquid of the portal, a doorway to Hell... Her ally sliced a demon in half, grabbing her arm to pull her back from a demon as it lunged and dug itself into the ground when it missed her. "Watch it Onna!" The Man shouted before pushing her forward to the portal her brother was stepping through. She stumbled before running, steel whip in hand.

Her brother turned to look at her as she grabbed his arm. He was hanging out of the portal, half of his face hidden in darkness. "Yaruk!" Onna shouted, barring her teeth. Her brother smiled evilly as he started to pull her into the portal. "Stop!" Onna shouted swinging the whip around and catching it on a rock behind her as she tried to move backwards, pulling them out. Her brother fought with her and ultimately sunk his talons into her side. Onna Cried, his talons easily cutting through her armor and latching onto her flesh. "Why are you doing this?" Her brother laughed, the whip was giving way slicing through the rock. "Don't you want to see it Onna? The world reborn?" Onna shook her head as her brother dug his talons further into her flesh. Her feet were slipping, rock kicking up as the whip cut through the rock more. "Stop this madness Yaruk! I command it!" Yaruk pulled his face from the portal bringing it only millimeters from Onna's face. She could see it then. His flesh becoming tainted from the madness, from all the summoning of portals he had brought. From all the killing of innocents he had initiated. He smiled at her, "Don't you want to know what we really are?" Onna ground her teeth. "We aren't like them Yaruk! We aren't demons!" "Onna! We are! I'll show you!" Onna cried as he tugged on her side and the whip cut through the rock sending her flying into the portal with her mad brother..



...Awaking was the hard part. Slowly Onna's eyes opened, and all she saw was black. As she moved her head to the right, her purple eyes were light and they fixated on what was around her. There were blacks and golds and the sound of groaning all around her. As Onna raised her head she got a better look at the walls. Hands were reaching out with them, faces without eyes crying at her as they moved, Onna shivered, getting to her feet. She looked ahead, around her. Onna seemed to be trapped in a tunnel of sorts, one where she could not see the light at the end of the tunnel only darkness. She noticed that there were actually walls and a ceiling, that the walls were only being morphed by lost souls. So this must have been it, one of the outer rings of hell.

She cringed, grabbing her side to find it was bloody and wounded. Of course, she had forgotten all about the wound her brother had inflicted on her. Onna cursed before dropping down to get her whip. She wrapped it up, before attaching it to her side. Maybe...just maybe the portal was still open. As Onna turned around she found nothing more than another long tunnel with no entrances or exists that she could see. Then again this was hell, and anything was possible. Grunting, and holding her side, Onna turned the way she had been facing at first before limping forward. Her brother had dragged her into this mess like he always did and now..Onna had to find him and stop him on whatever he was planning on doing.
 
Shale hissed in pain as he brushed his fingers along the talon marks across his chest, and plucked a chipped piece out of his shattered shoulder plate. That strange man had been headed somewhere with a purpose. Whatever he was Shale did not want to get in his way. While Shale was a powerful demon in his own right one loss here no matter the odds meant to others you would become the winners vassal. This demon had greater plans so stepping aside meant a wound to his pride, but his reputation here would stay in tact. Now his thoughts moved to the fact two had entered, and with the other one left behind he figured it would be easy to make his rule known. Being the strongest on the first ring of hell was not much, but for now it was enough.

Shale was a very tall man reaching 6'7 in height with a strong athletic build. He had lean muscles that made him seem less strong than he was. However when he moved or hit someone the illusion of weakness was quickly shattered. He had midnight black hair that was just a bit longer than to his shoulders cut so it would brush back easily in a fight. His eyes were a soft red that seemed to pulse lightly in the dim light. A simple black sleeveless shirt, and long cloth pants clung tight to his skin while wrapped about him were strip of cloth that almost looked like a tattered cloak blending in, and out around him. A strange head wrap wove around his head, and along locks of his hair with one end hanging down the left side of his hair. He showed almost no skin like some of the more monstrous demons would do when they were high rank. This was not the reason Shale hid his features, but he let the rumors sit how they did.

"If one came from this direction the other can not be far can they?" He of course received no answer, but enjoyed being able to voice the question. He reached over guiding one hand over the bodies wherever he touched the wall partly released the victim letting them see where they were. For the brief moment he touched the was the torture of their dreams ended, and the screaming stopped only to start louder than before. He was not sure why he did this to the souls, but felt it was right to do so from time to time. Shale did not like to ignore his gut, as it has saved him many a time in this world.
 
Onna was trying her best to stay upright. Her armor was broken on her side, shards dug into her flesh along with part of her brother's talons. She was cursing as she walked and her long hair? Was getting in her way. Frustrated with it, she pulled out one of the larger shards from her side with a loud shriek before grabbing her brown hair and sliced it off. Now, her hair reached a little past her shoulder blades and the rest fell to the ground.

Onna moved past her hair. Where ever she was stuck in, her brother had to be close by, wouldn't he be? Still, her walking with those shards in her side were not helping and Onna rested against a wall to start pulling them out. Blood, black blood was gushing out of her side as she pulled the last piece out. That was strange, she had never seen black blood before.

As her head turned into the direction shrieking was coming, she could feel her side moving melding itself back together and she screamed in pain. Her hand was shaking as she looked down to see her side completely fixed. Right, this was hell. No wonder she would heal so quickly, it made eternal torturing that much easier. She moved, straightening herself and grabbing her whip from her side. Ah, how her side still hurt as though the shards were still stuck in her flesh. "Who's there?" She moved closer to where the shrieking was coming from. In the distance she could see it, where the wall had made way for a single soul to be shrieking out and Onna readied herself to fight. "Show yourself!"
 
Shale lifted his hand off the wall, his voice held an annoyed quality to it at he looked ahead, "I am really getting annoyed of being disrespected in my domain..." The man took a few steps to the center of the walk way, and began to walk toward her. His silhouette could be seen even with it being dark as there was a strange ambient light here that always made shadows more transparent. This entire world meant to feed on the fears one might have. Shale pointed to either side of the wall a sliver of light flowing at the points he aimed at as it glowed brighter while he kept moving past.

"New girl, in a new world... Making demands of the first person you see. Calling me out in the darkness. Like I was skulking toward you like a lesser demon." The light shot down the hallway like a lightning streak shooting out of sight as they suddenly ignited making everything brightly lit as he watched her from the hallway the walls suddenly screamed with renewed agony. After a short time the screams stopped with the walls still burning so they could see each other. Shale already looked like a man ready to fight having no inclination of her strength was not a worry. She did not seem to radiate a murderous intent as most powerful demons did.
 
Onna shivered when she heard the voice. She had never before heard a demon actually speak. Mainly they would speak in tongues or try to rip a human apart, stronger demons would just drive a person to insanity and cause them to kill everyone around them. Onna grabbed the whip, unraveling it as she stood in the middle of the hallway. Her armor was silver and black, and clung to her body. Her whip, the hilt was that of a dragon and the whip material itself was of silver metal. Easily the material of the whip cut some of her gloves as she moved to open it ready for whatever was coming her way.

She could see the outline of him of the demon approaching her, but nothing else. She watched the lightening come off his fingers and light the hallway. At first Onna ignored it, until the shrieking of the souls came into her ear. "Gahh!" She cried dropping her whip and covering her ears as she fell to the ground. So many things had come into her ear before but nothing of this magnitude. It was like everything was amplified and vibrating her bones and souls. She looked up, getting sight of the demon approaching. Onna was angry. She was here to find her brother, to stop him, not mess with this demon. She grabbed her whip, scrambling to her feet as she swung it back before swinging it forward to try and grab his arm. "Tell me where he is! Where did my brother go?"
 
He narrowed his eyes as she grabbed her ears, and seeing her change so suddenly. With a gripping motion of his hand as rock appeared around where the whip was to strike. Once it latched on he simply pulled his arm to the side followed by a step back. The stone piece he created simply vanished letting her whip free if she chose to strike again. "Interesting toy you have there girl, but I do not think it would be wise to let it touch me..." He was not a fool he looked ready to fight, and he was treating her like a dangerous opponent.

"If that man was your brother, I think I will have fun beating an apology out of you for that man's mistake." Reaching forward his left hand he ground his fore finger, and thumb as a light dripped to the floor much like the ones he placed on the wall. "Let's see of you can dodge so well." Just has it had with the wall the light streaked across the floor under her. Though instead of it igniting as had the walls suddenly a spike made of stone erupted out of the ground trying to pierce her.
 
Onna stumbled backwards when her whip hit a rock and the rock vanished. Blood was coming out of her nose and ear from the shrieking of the souls. She could still move, but no doubt the act of him just doing that had startled her. She narrowed her eyes at him pulling back her whip. Maybe the demons here had a code of conduct and would not attack her if she did not attack him further. She wound up her whip attaching it to her belt as he spoke about her brother.

"W-What did he do? Where is he?" Onna screamed. The longer she stood here with this thing, the further her brother got away from her. She watched him carefully, the light dripping on the ground and lighting it up, the spikes coming out of the ground. Onna's eyes became large as she moved, trying to avoid the spikes. She jumped on the wall, grabbing the faces and pulling herself away from the ground and spikes. "Stop it! I just want to know where my brother is!" Onna jumped down, knocking the spikes down as she started running at the demon. "Just tell me where he went!" Onna shouted as she lunged at him.
 
Shale sighed as he shook his head, "Such demands from one such as you, let me show you how demands are answered here..." Shale did not think he needed to go after her. With a simple motion he touched the left wall, and speaking calmly he simply answered her, "Bow before me child..." The wall suddenly rippled before a wave seemed to shoot down the wall the bodies freezing for a moment before the wall seemed to shatter when suddenly a wail shot all the way down the hallway seeing as the first time it affected her so.

Shale gave only the slightest winces to the noise he was one of the few that was largely immune to the sounds as he had become so used to it. He did not move out of her way however so when she lunged at him he was giving her a free opening to strike him if she could ignore the screams that were still sounding. It was not going away quickly like before like it was a lasting pain he had inflicted on every soul in that wall. Planning to do the same to the other side doubting she could defend herself or fight him with such noise.
 
Onna was in the process of flinging her body at him when he spoke and set the wall alight. She shrieked in pain, her body collided with his, knocking him to the ground. When did she get such power? She had never been able to do this to a demon before. Still, Onna was screaming and rolled off him holding her ears as they bled. "Stop!" She shrieked kicking him. Her teeth were grinding together as she closed her eyes trying to get the noise out of her head. The noise was vibrating in her veins, cracking her bones and as they melded back together, they broke again. Never before had she felt such pain.

When the wailing of the walls stopped, she was trying to get up, spitting up blood as she moved to him, punching him in the face. "What the fuck do you want?" Onna started, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him against the wall. "I told you, I wanted to know where my brother is, not have you try to kill me over and over again."
 
Shale was taken a little back when she collided with him grunting when his back hit the ground letting out a his of pain. While his power made him dangerous, he was not much stronger than a typical human without his powers. When he felt the punch to his face hearing the cracking sound from his jaw. Though she had pressed him to the wall as he pushed his hand against it glaring at her. "Move a muscle or voice a single syllable, and we will find out how much pain is required to make you submit." He growled softly as he watched her waiting to see what was to come next, but went on talking almost as if lecturing a child. "First off you can not really die here, This is hell you foolish welp. Second what would you do if you caught that man, let him beat you till you begged to serve him?"

Shale had his fingers tight against the wall ready to send a blast through the wall if she hit him again. Working his jaw as he felt the bone fully mend, and shift repairing itself. "Gonna chase him down like the fool child you have proven right past the greater demons? Into the bellies of the arch demons maybe... There are things here that are far worse than death." Now that he said his piece he was waiting for her reaction, and was pleasantly surprised to find he enjoyed not knowing how she would react so used to low demons to do as he said without a word.
 
Onna was holding him against the wall, angrily. She was ready to slam his head against the wall when he spoke. "Me? Submit? You'll be the one submitting to MY whim demon!" Onna's hands had slipped going around the Demon's throat, this was an awkward position. She was so much shorter then him, but she had no more time to waste on this demon. Onna pulled away, huffing and wiping the blood off her face as she looked forward. She glared at the demon. "You think I care what you think Demon?" There had to be a way to tell that her brother had gone by this way, hell was so confusing, she wished she had never tried to stop her brother, but she had to.

"I will never submit to my brother! He will bow and submit to me and beg for forgiveness!" Onna ground her teeth going back to the demon and shoving him back against the wall. "I'll ask you again, where did my brother go?" She was holding tightly to his shoulders, a murderous look in her eyes. Her brother was planning something, she knew it. He had been the one opening portals into the realm of the living trying to murder the innocents and make way for more demons, but why did he think she would be frightened of what she would find here? Onna was rarely scared of anything, but her brother scared her.
 
"I have home field advantage here girl, with your limited knowledge here do you really think I could not deal with you here?" He did not make an aggressive action in truth he would not mind putting that man in his place waltzing in like he owned everything, but sending her as she was would be like sending a pup after a winter wolf. The outcome was clear to him if not to her, "Let's try this, what would happen if I were to poison you? Cause a disease? What kinds of problems would a world like this have do you think?" He watched her for a moment to see if she understood what he was getting at.

"Can you tell me how to track, what beasts lay here, who will actually help you, and who will spin you in a circle to watch you suffer?" He cocked an eyebrow at her turning his head slightly before he let go of the wall grabbing her since she was holding him so tight a strange grin on his face, "What is my demonic power do you think?" He tried to hold tighter knowing she would either have to allow it or get away from him. Shale knew if they fought he would win she was under the impression he was getting away, but that man while moving with a purpose already was to far ahead to catch. "You are a child playing with an arrow tip, I will enjoy it if you stab yourself self..."
 
Onna was glaring at this beasts. She hated demons with a passion, her brother had gone mad over studying them, wanting to be one of them. Often she had argued with his foolish obsession, knowing fully well he could not become one of them, or so she had thought. When she had seen the corruption on his face, under his flesh before she had been pulled into the outer rings of hell, she had realized that maybe her brother had found a way to become one of them. Her hands were shaking at the thought. There was no way to get him back if he became one of them, he would become too mad and too loyal to do such a thing. Demons always seemed to be loyal, at least the ones she had seen up until now.

Her brows were relaxing, a bit frightened for a second. She would get lost here easily, and she knew already that she could not die, she would only meld and fix herself to be tortured again. Thus was the curse of being thrown in Hell, Demons only seemed to get the better part of the deal. Still, Onna tried to glare at him as he grabbed her and grinned at her. Why was he grinning? What was so funny? "I only wonder what an outer class demon's power could be." Onna retorted. "You think I'm scared of a low class demon? I know there are higher ones than you." Her hands were still shaking, she couldn't stop them but she tried to stay stern. "How do I know you won't spin me in circles? You seem so bent on making me bend to your whim because of my brother." She grinned. "Did he hurt your pride, demon?"
 
He chuckled softly seeming to lose the last bits of fear of her even letting go of her still smirking. "Classes can be such a novelty. Even among the most powerful there are only really two types of demons." He stared at her for a moment before very calmly saying, "Those of us who were once human, and those who never were." He seemed to think on her words for a time before slowly adding, "I would guess he is a feeder, drinking in portal energy to become more powerful..." He seemed to think more before putting his arms out, "Problem with us demons is our powers can not always be classified. "

"Outside feeders the only ways to get stronger are to amass a large group of vassals as each one grants a small amount of power, or to vassal the strongest demons for large boosts in power." He looked over her pointedly before speaking a little crass, "Either kiss me or get off before I put you in the ground your not as dangerous as I had thought." Her goading did not have much noticeable affect on him. "if you make me put effort into putting you in your place you will learn just how much trouble I can be."
 
Onna listened to him carefully as he talked about the two types of demons. So he was giving her a lesson about demons, how wonderful. Still, she was silent as she listened. What would this Demon get out of helping her? Amusement? "Those of us who were once human...you were human huh?" Onna pulled away from him huffing.

Raising a brow she glared at him. "Like I would kiss a Demon." Onna turned her back on him. She looked down the hall, this was Hell alright but there had to be a method to the madness. The Demon had came out from the walls, hadn't he? Then..she just needed to find a way to go through the walls. There had to be a simple way to do it, and a right way to take. Onna turned to look over her shoulder at him, her brow twitching. "Listen here Demon. I don't need you and you don't need me. So go away while I figure things out." Onna huffed thinking. She hated puzzles, she was always bad at them, her brother had been good to have around for that. And the fact this Demon thought he could put the noble Onna in her place, hah! Many a men had tried and failed. Even her father whose head she had cut off at a young age to take his place.
 
He started laughing placing one finger in his mouth as he stood slowly, "Oh I will not miss the welp stumbling about in the dark." He then grew silent as he pulled up to his feet dusting himself off light before crossing his arms as he watched her. She had struck out after him quickly, and he would not bother explaining to her about incubuses, and countless others she would learn the words never did not apply here. Some things were simply out of one's control. There were many ways out of this place, but each one was a trick not knowing if it was a one time thing, or how it would be long before she found herself walking in circles.

The walls shifted, and moaned the mortal souls pain as they were tormented for their transgressions on earth. Shale seemed content on just following her having plans on shoving it in her face when she had to ask him. It took him a little over a year to find a path that always worked, but she could always get lucky. Standing in one place, and watching the walls it would not take long to realize they were a living thing passages appearing one moment then gone the next some to small to use while others were so large who knows what would need that much room.
 
He was calling her a welp, but she ignored him as she thought. She had never met her mother before, but she had heard many rumors about her. How she only came around when she wanted children from her father and when the child was not good enough she would leave them with her father. However, most of the people just made things up. Her father had told her she was just a whore, and had taken her life after having her brother. Still, her brother had walked around here, controlling portals or whatever he had done to get powers. Onna sighed. "Yaruk.." This was painful, being here with a demon lurking over her shoulder and her brother no way in sight.

The walls heaved and made way, forming different sized tunnels. She saw a large tunnel, and moved closer to it before stopping. This was hell, not the real world. Would she rather fight something bigger than her? Or smaller than her? That was it, wasn't it? The trick? That if she went down a hallway the same size as her something small might crawl into her body and torture her unless she tore it out? Onna looked behind her pondering if she really wanted to try the small hallway. She huffed looking forward and taking the larger one. The hallway towered over her head, and the walls? They were changing, the souls were morphing into fixtures, a proper hallway. Had she gone down the right hallway? Or were the walls playing off Onna's fears?
 
Shale chuckled softly as he turned a different way a wall opening up for him, and closing right on his heels. Though if she continued down the hallway she would find him leaning on the wall as if he had been there for hours. Still he was silent this was her memory, and her private torment if she choose to do the right thing here she would end up in the town on the first level of hell. She would learn just how bad hell could be if she did the wrong thing. Shale did not gloat or moch, but only watched as if very interested in what he would see. This place held no time or distance, and what was as well as what is could be at odds. Trying to keep ones mind in one place could only end in eternal torment.

Shale had known how to travel here long ago, and with seven hundred years in hell as experience he knew as much as he thought was possible to know. Watching her was interestingly like watching himself when he first stumbled through here only back then he had no powers. "Make the demon's choice, and walk a path of darkness. Take the human way, and forgiveness can be granted. Sacrifice is required to gain the angels light." The words were spoken as if read from a book, but Shale grew quiet after. He could sense her brother here, and despite the fact they were close they could not meet in this maze. Shale was certain she would need to beat her brother to the inner circle of hell.
 
Onna walked slowly down the hall, the walls were dark and twisted, she could hear yelling in the distance. She moved to grab her whip but it wasn't there. She was a child again, a young girl maybe of ten or twelve. Onna was wearing boys clothes, her hair was matted and short, messy. As she moved further down the hall and twisted bound a corner she could see the vague out line of shadows. A larger one and a smaller one. Why am I here, in this memory? She knew she was still on the outer rings of hell, trapped in a memory she hated, that she tried to swallow when she slept. So long Onna had convinced herself she had just seen things, that she had done what was right.

She stopped by the railing of the second floor and looked down at the scene in silence. There was a man in his 40s, old and badly scarred, a warrior none the less that had lost an ear, an eye, and a hand fighting for justice. Where his hand had once been, was now a silver mold of something similar to a lego hook, so he could atleast pick things up. She watched as her father pushed something small down, something cowering. "Why are you here?! I told you to leave me and my children alone!" The being moved, easily floating to it's feet before laughing, discarding it's guise of fear. The figure grabbed her father, flinging him to a wall and pinning him down. Now, she could see what she had refused to see as a child, the lick of darkness coming off the small boy that held her father against the wall, that figure that snickered as her father struggled. "The lady wants her seed back, she demands you return the one." Her father grabbed the boy, smashing his head against the child and sending the child flinging back. "In my realm Demon! You have no hold over me!" The boy regained his composure, straightening himself as he raised a hand. The darkness that licked him moved, making a hand and pulling her father off the ground. "No hold over you in your realm? You forget what we are. I have all the hold over a mortal who breaks there vows with god." The boy was choking her father and Onna felt like moving, but she was mystified by what was happening. How long had she stood here watching until she acted? Was this even the memory she hated? So many of them she had stuffed away as a child, not wanting to remember what had happened, to pretend that the world was perfect and normal.

Her father spit up blood and Onna clenched her hands on the railing. "Now..tell me where the seed is." He cried in pain, before laughing at the child that held him. "Why just the one? Don't you want both of my children?" The boy sighed, dropping his hold on her father as he stretched his hands into the air. "One is good, one is evil. One has power, one has madness. I want the seed with power. I don't care about the other." Her father was coughing as he looked up to the railing, finally spotting the little Onna grabbing onto the railing and staring down from it. "You can't take my child.." The boy held up a finger, stopping her father from getting to his feet. "Not yet. But I need to see the se-.." The boy turned his head in the direction her father was staring to see Onna up on the railing. He smiled, bowing as he started laughing. "Aren't you growing up fine these days little one?" The boy started laughing and Onna turned her head as she heard footsteps.

"Papa, what's going on?" The boy spoke, grabbing Onna's arm and tugging on the sleeve. "Onna, everyone's looking for you. Why did you leave?" Her brother was staring at her with big eyes, full of wonder and innocence. How had something so precious become so mad? "I was going to ask Papa something.." Onna admitted, but she couldn't remember what she had been wanting to ask in the first place. Yaruk looked down, or the memory of him at least at the boy, he pointed to him. "Why is that man here?" Man? She didn't see a man. She saw a boy, with darkness lurking around him, dancing with it's madness. "He was just leaving." Her father said, finally getting to his feet and grabbing the boys shoulder. She hadn't noticed, he had been staring but at who? Was it Onna or her brother? It had to be Yaruk, right? He was the one going mad. The boy smiled nodding his head and laughing. "Yes, I've seen what I've needed for now. I'll be back Xallie. I'll be back." Her brother ran, tugging her trying to get her to go but Onna wouldn't move. The memory should have ended, right? She had run away with her brother, trying to push back what she had seen and heard. Her brother being seven would surely grow and forget and she would try to do the same. However, the memory wasn't ending, as if it was asking her if she would do the same thing again. If she would run and repress what she saw. "I'll be there in a sec Yaruk." Her brother whined in protest before running down the hall and out the back door. She looked down, the boy had vanished and her father was staring up at her. "What is it my little Onna, is something wrong?" He was smiling like he always did, acting as if he was a badass and nothing had happened. "Who was he? How did he know your name?" That wasn't what she had originally wanted to ask she knew, but she still for the life of her couldn't remember. "Oh him?" Her father waved his hand at the open door. "No one, just an old time friend of my father's. He basically raised me." He was lying she knew but why. She dropped her hands, dissatisfied with this memory. Of course this is how her father would react, he always tried his best to save them from reality. "You're lying." Onna found herself saying..

As quickly as the memory had come, with those two words she had snapped out of it and she was in the ugly hall's of hell again. She looked, seeing the demon she had encountered earlier watching her. Something was different though, the hall was moving downwards instead of straight, stairs were forming. Ah, so she had passed the test? Was the demon doing this or some other force? Onna couldn't care less as she moved passed the Demon. "Do you not have any other tortured souls to follow around? Or am I so amusing in the few minutes you have known me?" Onna looked down at the stairs, they were concave and bladed, surely that would pierce her armor and her feet. She winced at the thought of it, but she had known this wasn't going to be easy when she was trying to pull her brother from the portal.
 
Shale watched the scene play out knowing even as he was near by she would not see him till the end. The world had a way of isolating those it was tormenting, but when he saw her try to confront her past to change what was he knew what this world was doing to her. Hell had a tendency to push those with demon blood to war with each other to fight, and only let the strongest survive the others returning to the tormented souls that made up the architecture. Seeing the vision from an outside point of view it was clear her brother was not the target. Those with demon blood burning through them has such difficult lives when it came to the whole of it. Shale watched her move toward those stairs with an odd mix of emotions as he gently tapped his chin with his pointer finger wondering what to say to her. He felt strange like he should stop her, and he knew what it meant if she went down that path. She would be going down a trial that would force her demon blood to waken while at the same time changing her outlook to be darker, and darker until she was a proper demon which would take years to come back to herself if she even wanted to.

Shale sighed softly as he watched her approach that pathway, "Your choice can not be changed now. What kind of demon you are will awaken on this path." He moved in her way slowly as he looked to her, "I wish to warn you those blades will pierce more than your body if you let them they will tear the light of your soul. Each step you will see a short memory something you will want to change, ignore it, but remember it as best you can it will tell you more about your soon to be need to feed. All demons have to feed their demon blood, succubus use desire, truth demons use lies, each scene will have a theme you need to remember or you will weaken to a husk by not feeding." Shale moved back to simply watching not committing on why he was following her. He knew it was partly because there was no turning back for himself.

"Do not try to run from this path, this world has a way to deal with those that try that. I made that mistake." He visibly shuttered when he said that moving calmly down those stairs the blades receded for him having no interest in him. Though as he walked he was clearly hearing something each step he put his hand over his right ear twitching slightly before the next echos of his first time. Having to much control in this world for the vision to show for all around to see. "Think of it this way, your going to have a fun time getting over your hatred for demons... Demon" Shale continued walking knowing the walls would be blocking all other paths now she tried to change the past. Something that was considered dark, "Some of the most detestable acts by demons were simply to change what was or to learn about it you know."
 
Onna glared at the Demon as he spoke. He had seen it then? Her memory. She felt embarrassed that he had seen everything. That she had tried to change her past. Onna looked down, ashamed of what she had done. She should have just followed her brother, but she had wanted to confront her father for so many years. Maybe it would have changed the out come of things that had happen after, but she knew that could never happen. The things that came after and before that memory had haunted her whole life. She would never forget what had happened, she could change what she remembered, but not the whole gist of it.

She straightened herself as she looked at the blades, she had stopped a few feet away from the stairs not wanting to go down them, but there was no way around them. Onna turned around, but now from where she had come from there was just a wall blocking her way. Onna sighed, turning back around to see the steps as the demon moved past her. "I'm not a demon." Onna exclaimed shaking herself of the memory of that boy and her father. Onna felt sluggish, like she didn't want to move from the spot she was in. There was nothing good that could come out of going down those steps. "I heard once..that there are about 8 outer rings of Hell. The inner rings are worse, being that there are around 20 different levels of torture. A level for each different kind of criminal act, each persons that had turned from God." Why was she saying this? Maybe because her brother had recited it to her before and she didn't want to know what kinds of memories she had kept hidden from herself.

Onna looked at him as he moved to the path, telling her not to turn her back on her path. He made that mistake? So he really had been human once. "Tell me..tell me your name. Tell me how you came here and what you became, how long you've been here." Onna didn't know why, but if he was following her, she wanted to know what he knew. Maybe that would make her better off. Still she watched as he started down the stairs and the blades retracted from him. "My brother went this way?'
 
Shale stopped, and turned around as he looked up to her. He did not move quickly as he stepped back up to where she was. He glanced back down the pit for a time. "Do not move, just watch..." The walls all around them dropped so there was an empty expanse in every direction one could look. "I saw your vision without asking, I will let you see of me..." Bodies stretched from the ground, moving together to create buildings all around. Those buildings grew arrows, and burst alight an endless flame which roared causing everything to grow hot. Bodies warped, becoming more life like color drained dead bodies littering the ground as several hundred formed. A young man laid in the dirt covered in blood, missing one arm cradled in his left arm a women his left foot severed. The man on the edge of death as he laid weeping a last torment before moving on. Shale moved toward himself his voice low as he spoke again more like a script than his actual emotions. "No, not again..." He smiled as he looked at himself replaying as if a video of the past, "Do not do it... It will not end well." His voice sounded as though at one time this had been painful for him, but now it was just what was.

A figure, darker than the deepest night pulled from the ether. A skeletal frame, and a midnight black robe that seemed to drain the very light from the air around it. Shale kicked the image of himself tried to grab at it unable to touch himself. "Not again..." He spoke in a soft voice, but loud enough she could hear him still that smile on his face. His self looked on in awe at the strange figure looking to his missing arm, as the demon spoke his voice was that of death the very sound had a wrongness to it. As if just it speaking was the warning about what was to come, "Do you wish to make him pay? Do you wish to reverse what was done..." The image of Shale looked down at the dead women in his arms, "Yes, whatever it takes yes..." The skeleton pulled the hood back, the very bones shifted to what looked like a smile as it put out it's bony hand, "Your soul for the demon who did this." The image of shale dropped the women, as the real Shale showed true emotion instead of saying anything he simply dropped to his knees caressing the female body the smile leaving his face as pain replaced it before the image shattered reforming a new elsewhere.

Shale let the image drop again not letting her see that part, he had his own secrets he kept. "I sold my soul, I am a true demon least others were forced into the position." The walls returned as he looked to her the emotion gone, and in it's place was a soft grin as he looked down the pit, "You may call me Shale if it pleases you, I have existed in Hell for seven hundred years. Lord of the first ring of Hell for the last six hundred." He smiled as he looked over her for a moment, "I am a wish demon, or a deal demon. The power to offer you many things at the cost set before me..." He did not truthfully know what the cost would be, when someone asked for something his nature told him the cost. Sometimes it was something simple, and at other times it was something special. "No your brother is not this way yet... This is the way you need to go to meet him again..." It was said many demons did not lie, they told truths that were flayed to the point it seemed so. "Your vision for mine a fair deal, if you want to know more down the rabbit hole you go..." Shale did not hesitate as he descended the stairs calmly. "What is to be has no real warning that can do it justice anyhow."
 
Onna watched him turn to come back up to her, stopping right in front of her. Onna watched silently as the walls changed, the whole scenery changed to what looked like a battle field. She was now witnessing what had happened so long ago. That creepy smile on his face as he repeated words he knew by heart, as if they no longer tormented him. The whole seemed to not bother him, except she watched carefully as he bent down to caress the woman in his human body's arm. There was something about that woman that meant a lot to him. Maybe she had been his wife or sister, whomever she was she seemed important.

As quickly as the scene had unfolded, it was gone. So he had sold his soul to a demon, to get revenge. It was never really worth it, was it? Selling ones self for such minor satisfaction, but many did it, her brother must have been no different. Seven hundred years he had lingered these halls, been tormented by his memories. She could not imagine being here alone, trapped with no escape, no place to rest. She felt sort of bad for the creature, then again he had choose this ultimate destination for his soul. "Shale..what an interesting name. I'm Onna." She didn't know why she gave him her name, it wasn't like the ordeal of exchanging names mattered. "Then down the rabbit hole I shall go." Onna stated as she moved past him.

The blades were out and ready for her feet when she hit the first stair. The pain wasn't there, it was tearing at her soul, making her essence ache. Memory after memory, tiny bits, flowed into her as she took each step. At least, Onna was thankful these were small lapses of memories, nothing too important, nothing too hard to decipher what was right and what was wrong. When she got about hallway down, she tried to go to the next step but something stopped her. Her foot caught on something clear and she planted her foot flat against it. Glass? A Floor? Onna didn't much care for it as she pulled her other foot off to stand on the clear surface, below she could see the stairs that seemed to go on endlessly. Maybe she really was not halfway down, maybe in her mind it had been far enough. Onna did not bother to look to see if he was over her shoulder as she started walking forward. Silence was all that seemed to echo off the walls. This had to be another outer ring, should it not have been? The further she got away from the stairs, the more she did not want to look down. Darkness, all around them was darkness and a smell she could not place. That smell smelt so familiar. Onna stopped about a mile away from the stairs looking around in the darkness. Her hands were finding her weapons, holding them but not unsheathing them as she waited for something to happen. Maybe another demon was approaching not as friendly as this one seemed to be, or perhaps another memory she had repressed.
 
"Pleasure to meet you Onna, Careful what you ask of me a deal is a deal." He had that smile on his face it looked fake, and it was meant to. His cheeks a bit high as if he was mocking her. Though it messed with his good looks, he seemed to prefer it so having charmed souls in the past to make deals. He placed his left hand over his right chest not covering his heart as would be traditional. His right hand out to his side as he bowed low. "This is going to be interesting, look into your past find out what power you hold, or you will not survive this level your soul torn forever more." He did not want to tell her this was still a part of the first level of hell.

Shale was the name he adopted, not his old name. He cast that off when he tried to smash what was left of his humanity. He followed her, planting the thought he was following her until she needed something to make a deal with him. He had no need for friends, but he kind of wanted to see her smash in her brother's face. The ground slowly began to shake as the air started to warp back, and forth the weird thing was the air had a sickly smell to it. Shale simply stopped breathing knowing he could not die here it would just be very painful when his body needed the extra air. Shale knew very well that it was poisonous to breathe for long.

The beast that stepped out slowly was a massive ten foot tall dog that was seven foot wide. It had scaled skin with patches of fur around it's body. Which was very hard to injure the creature was very difficult to hurt, and when making it submit was the goal it was no simple task. The three heads were all horned with spines long out it's heads, and backs which made sure jumping on it was not a wise option. The center head was twice the size of the other two which breathed a heat making it dangerous to move about to much, while the two side ones breathed the poison in the air growing thicker with each breath that passed. The guardian of hell was at the gates, and for her to get into the part which was inhabited by demons was to prove her right to be sentient here.
 
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