Optimism in hell.

by **Bridget Woodville** Mon Jun 23, 2014 8:30 pm

Bridget Woodville

Bridget felt herself falling. Down, down down. Normally, she would have just opened her heavenly wings and flew back up. Alas, she didn't have her wings anymore. They were taken from her by the Lord of the Heavens, and she was being banished to Hell. Bridget tried to be optimistic. She had heard that hell accepts all misfits, all weirdos who aren't accepted anywhere else. That sounds nice. It would have been nice when she was alive, however. Suddenly, she felt her body slam down on the ground. The teen lie there a moment, before she turned onto her back to see the sky. It was black, the kind of back that makes you wonder if you're going to be killed by a murderer now or when your trying to run. Bridget forced herself to get up and look around. She was faced with a gate. It was black and it had rust covering it like no one had used it in a thousand years. What else was she to do? She didn't have her wings anymore. She put her hand on the gate and pushed hard. After a moment, it opened, and Hell came into view. She didn't know what everything was, or what they were used for, but she was pretty sure that she didn't want to go to those fields over there. Bridget hears the gates close behind her, and she sighs and tries to figure out what she was to do now.

by Damien Abaddon Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:00 pm

I didnt exactly like my job. It could have been better. I could have just tortured people like I did before I died. But no, I had to be on guard duty. I mean, at least I could use the shadows to create wings. And here, there were plenty of them. As I continued flying, I saw a girl falling. Of course. I had to catch her and find out who she was and stuff. So I flew after her in an attempt to catch her. And anyways, if she crashed, I would still be able to find her.

by **Bridget Woodville** Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:10 pm

Bridget Woodville

Looking up, Bridget saw someone flying in her direction. It, however, didn't look like an angel, more like an angel from hell, perhaps. The girl simply sat on the ground and looked about her clothes. She had a blue, jean top that was tied at about the chest and had a black tank under that. Paired with that was dark, royal blue leggings and black combat boots. She messed with her laces and swept her bangs away from her face. Lovely.

by Damien Abaddon Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:16 pm

I arrived at where the girl crashed. Despite having no mouth, I could still communicate through my mind. I sent a message through my mind that said, "Who and what are you?"

by **Bridget Woodville** Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:19 pm

Bridget Woodville

Bridget didn't really understand how she heard the person through her mind, and she wasn't sure if she should speak or think the answer, so she just said it. "I am Bridget Woodville, and I have been banished from Heaven and brought here. Well, not really brought, just kinda, dropped. I used to be an angel, but now..." The girl trailed off, hoping he caught her drift.

by Damien Abaddon Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:23 pm

I looked at her and sent a message that said, "In that case, welcome to Hell. Normally I would tell Lord Doviculus, but he has been rather busy lately. So I am going to show you around and keep you under close watch until he isn't as busy."

by **Bridget Woodville** Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:25 pm

Bridget Woodville

Bridget nodded. "Thanks." She said softly, and pulled her hair behind her ear so it wouldn't be in her face. How annoying, really. The girl was curious as to where they would go, and she had always been curious about Hell. Obviously she hadn't been. She had work to do in Heaven!

by Damien Abaddon Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:34 pm

I lead her away from the crash site. This can't end well. It didnt end well the last time I didn't immediately tell Lord Doviculus. I was stuck with a week of twerking. So much evil. But I didn't want to anger him more then he wasnt already was. I messaged, "Follow me."

by **Bridget Woodville** Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:40 pm

Bridget Woodville

Nodding, Bridget followed the person-wing-person thing. She was nervous. She didn't know Hell like she knew Heaven. She also didn't know anyone. She was afraid that, again, she would be an outcast. These thoughts ran through her head, brought on by herself, of course. She willed them to stop, they frightened her. Bridget felt like screaming and crying, but she put on a smile. It was convincing enough, as the teen had practiced it many, many times.

by Damien Abaddon Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:45 pm

I first led her to the fields of punishment. I message, "You do not want to end up here. These are the fields of punishment."

by **Bridget Woodville** Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:48 pm

Bridget Woodville

Bridget nodded, understanding. She had heard of this place. There were people twerking (ew), someone sitting at a table full of food looking about it with wide eyes and their hands twitching, and someone running from a lion in circles. Yikes.

by Damien Abaddon Mon Jun 23, 2014 10:03 pm

I message, "As long as you don't do anything stupid, you should be fine. I led her to the gates of hell and said, "And these are the gates of hell. Normally demons come through here. But those who used to be angels tend to have a not so graceful landing."

by **Bridget Woodville** Mon Jun 23, 2014 10:06 pm

Bridget Woodville

Bridget laughed, and rubbed her shoulder. "I understand." She said lightly, and took a look around her. A bit into the distance, she saw a huge, menacing castle. Curious, Bridget said, "And, what would that be?"

by Damien Abaddon Mon Jun 23, 2014 10:11 pm

I message, "Whatever you do, do not go there without being called upon or having a guard escort you there. That is Lord Doviculus's palace. You will be going there soon with me. Lord Doviculus meets all fallen angels before they are allowed to roam free."

by **Bridget Woodville** Mon Jun 23, 2014 10:14 pm

Bridget Woodville

Bridget folded her arms across her chest. "Well, let's go! I want to explore it." She said eagerly. Bridget has always been like that, curious about all things and determined to figure them out. A good quality? Debatable.

by Damien Abaddon Mon Jun 23, 2014 10:20 pm

I message, "Alright. But we will have to wait outside until Lord Doviculus allows us inside. So let's get going." With that I lead her towards the palace.

by **Bridget Woodville** Mon Jun 23, 2014 10:24 pm

Bridget Woodville

Bridget walked with the guy towards the big palace. Frightened? Slightly. Negative thoughts still attacked her and they got stronger as she approached the large, black building. There were gaurds at the doors, and Bridget thought it best to not engage friendly conversation with them, or even try to talk to them. It would probably end with the Fields of Punishment.

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