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People can be many things.
People can be pure of good, and people can be the worst of filth; however, becoming a cannibalistic serial killer with an unhealthy co-dependence and romantic attraction to one's little sister may be beyond the line of the worst thing any person can be.
Yet, Andrew walked that shameful line like a catwalk, and he hated it. He knew he was the worst of the worst. The worst type of human any human can be. Way worse than a furry porn addict, worse than a loli/shorta enjoyer, worse than a pop star fanatic with no personality. Andrew was in love with his little sister. And he wanted to die because of it. Sure, he also killed people, some were non-threatening innocents, and yeah, he was a jerkass of an emotionally abusive boyfriend. But that wasn't as bad as wanting to pork his little sister. His annoying, evil little sister.
That's a sin; Andrew knew the Big J could never forgive, even if he begged, and Lord, oh mighty, he begged and never got an answer from the man upstairs. So Andrew asked the man downstairs and finally got an answer and a solution.
Andrew was at his limit; there was no light in the tunnel for him, and there was no way he was going to heaven at this point, so there was only one way to go down the rabbit hole and straight down to hell.
"I guess I understand why people joined cults…"
The demon mumbled something that Andrew could not understand, but from a distance, the demon opened the portal, emanating a red, black, and evil energy. The demon moved his arms, pointing towards the Portal. The young college student guessed the demon wanted him to enter the portal.
Is this how Andrew was gonna die?
Going through a demon portal?
"I guess it's better than living. Might as well go through the demon portal. I wonder what level of hell I'll end up in? I hope it's the Wrath level! I love to be burned alive for all eternity." Andrew said with his dry, dark humor.
Feeling the first comfort and validation in his life comes from a demon lord. Andrew wants to be anywhere but where he is now, to be with anyone other than his horrid little sister, Ashley. With nothing left to live for or prove, Andrew decides to follow the Lord Unknown to the dark portal, hoping it will lead him to his demise.
"Wrath level of hell, here I come!" as the death-seeking college student walked through the demon hell portal to the unknown.
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The inky blackness pressed in around Andrew, suffocating and relentless. His final resting place would be a messy one, Andrew, though. As he strained to draw breath, filling his lungs with the thick, oppressive air. The killer struggled to pry his eyes open, fighting against the shadow that surged toward him like a tidal wave. At that moment, he realized what those weather reporters felt like, caught in the eye of a hurricane, surrounded by chaos yet oddly aware of its fury. The irony was not lost on him; he might just be the greater fool for following a demon into this uncharted realm than a weather report on the news.
As the howling winds roared around him, loud, horrified screams sounded in Andrew's ear. Echoes the anguished souls distressed. Each scream sounded like unimaginable pain, regret, and suffering. The chaos of sound weaved a haunting Andrew, chilling him to the bone.
As the man walked, Andrew suddenly found himself falling into a fire burning wind, hopefully to his hellish grave, but as much as Andrew wanted to fall to his death and have his brain splatter everywhere, he never realized how terrifying it was …or how long it would take.
The souls of the dead were loud, and Andrew couldn't breathe or see anything. The college student covered his eyes from the thrashing winds, and Andrew felt his right hand being held by a tentacle. Was the Lord unknown, guiding him?
Amidst the chaotic terror and swirling madness of the hellish portal, Andrew found himself engulfed by a surreal sense of comfort. He always wanted a romanticized death, and what is more romantic than falling into the unknown of a hell portal? Not something many people have done. It was as if the very essence of his demise awaited him, relentless and looming. The air crackled with an electric tension, shadows danced wickedly around him, and in that mystifying, unsettling expanse, he could almost feel the weight of his fate bearing down on him, finally, to his nightmare of a story.
Andrew fell further and further down the hole, bringing it into a speed faster and faster at the speed of light Andrew, his body pulling him forward, his skin nearly pulling away from His face, his Spine suckin in forward, putting the young man in a position of his back being split in two, his organs and bone ripping off his body as he is sucked in to another portal way worse than the original demon portal.
"guckfuckfuck CHANGE MY MIND MAYBE GOOiNG TO THE WRATH LEVEL WASN'T THE BEST I IDEA SHIT-SHIT-SHIT- I TAKE IT BACK I TAKE IT BACK AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" Andrew screamed as he was overcome with terror until he found himself still screaming to an echo, his body no longer falling. Andrew found himself on solid marble ground. So clean he could see himself in the reflection.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!- uh?”
The broke college student slowly blinked awake, finding himself unexpectedly positioned in the heart of a sterile office waiting room. This was not the hell he had expected; I had hoped to see fire, lava, and naked rat demons flying around. Not a waiting room. The chill in the air evoked a sense of a hospital waiting room or an office. Andrew wasn't sure which was worse--a vast expanse adorned in creamy mint hues, punctuated by a panoramic glass window that framed a stunning view of the city's large buildings. Beyond the glass, the night sky unfurled in a canvas, deep crimson, dotted with twinkling stars that seemed to whisper secrets of the world outside.
Before Andrew stood a striking woman, her jet-black hair impeccably styled into a sleek bun, and she wore big round glasses. Dressed in sharp office attire that exudes professionalism and stoicism, and has no form of style or joy. She possessed an intensity in her gaze that felt like daggers aimed straight at him. The tension in the air was palpable as if the silence carried the weight of unspoken judgment.
"Please stop yelling, sir, and take your spot. Over there," the receptionist said, pointing toward the wall of empty chairs.
"S-sorry." Andrew sheepishly said.
The stammer barely escaped his lips, a whisper lost in the sterile air. Embarrassment painted a bright shade of crimson on
Andrew's cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Taking a deep breath, he stepped over to the empty chair that loomed nearby,
its presence almost mocking in the chilly, cavernous room; this was hell indeed. Around him, the rhythmic symphony of typing echoed like a mechanical heartbeat,
but he was having a heart attack, each keystroke punctuating the silence with a sense of urgency.
What just happened? It felt as if I was plummeting straight into the fiery abyss just moments before. Is this hell? A corporate office?
The realization slithered into his thoughts, settling uncomfortably. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Andrew chuckled darkly--
How fitting it seemed, really .
As he stood there, surrounded by the sterile glow of fluorescent lights and the relentless clatter of keyboards, he couldn't help but marvel at the absurdity of it all.
The depths of hell…is a corporate office? That makes a lot of sense now that I think about it. I bet I was isekai in the United States.
Nothing is more hellish than the American dream… Andrew thought to himself as he sat and waited for his eternal punishment.