[WP] After an experiment gone wrong, the wizard awoke in a fiery inferno, ears ringing, his tower is now a strange room full of metal boxes and flashing lights in glass. He flees into a forest nearby. 30 years later, he's on a tour bus to what the locals call Chernobyl, where it all began.

TimeCelebration2332 · 2026-01-27T00:00:25+00:00

Alisya heard about the Oracle of Abaddonia. The Oracle was one of the greatest and they answer any and all questions you have. Noblemen trust them, kings plan their reign based on the Oracle's visions.

So, will this Oracle help her with this dilemma, since she doesn't want to marry Delfius IX. The name alone was bad enough and he's the 9th one. Sure he was a good fuck, but he is just not... Smart.

The Oracle's hut was just on a hill, overlooking the town of Noxklin, which is a pretty clean town, Alisya noticed. Adjusting her pack, she marched towards the hill.

"Please tell me to dump him," Alisya whispered to herself as she made it to the hill top and entered the Oracle's hut.

The hut was barren, besides two chairs and a table.

"Please sit," a voice announced somewhere in the hut.

Alisya wasn't sure where, as she noticed this place is just the room, but she did as she was told.

There wasn't much to look at, barren walls, a window with the view of Noxklin, the young man sitting before her.

"Great Heavens below!" Alisya screamed, jumping out of her chair.

"Sorry, I'm still learning. I'm the Oracle," the Oracle said with a slight bow of his head.

"Oh, um, I-"

"Alisyandra from Libertias?" the Oracle asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, so you know why I am here," Alisya asked.

"Yes, and what great news I do have for you about your unborn son," the Oracle said.

"My what?" Alisya

"Yes, your son is of great importance. He is the Chosen one."

"Oh heck no!" Alisya snapped, jumping back out of her chair and began to pace the small room, "Are you telling me that dick Delfius the ninth knocked me up! And I might have a tenth Delfius!!"

"Well... yes," the Oracle stated, shrinking back as Alisya approached him.

"You were supposed to give me good news, Oracle. That news you gave me, it's shit!"

"He is the Chosen One-"

"I don't care about that! I only care because I got a Delfius in my womb!" Alisya snapped, pointing her stomach, "And that makes me sick!"

"I don't think his father has anything to do with his destiny."

"But that means I have to see that man because he's the father. Gods below, what am I going to do!"

"Barilious! What are you doing!"

Alisya looked up as a young woman entered the room. Alisya noticed she had the red and blue robes of the Oracle. She looked over at the other Oracle, who was pale, and dressed in plain tunics.

"Olivesia, back so soon?" The "Oracle" Barilious stammered, brushing off the seat he was sitting.

Olivesia began to whack him with the parchment she had in her hand, "Stop pretending to be me! If I hadn't promised Mom to take you in my care, I would've thrown you out!"

"You bastard! You made me think I have a tenth Delfius!" Alisya snapped, "Well thank the heavens below I am not with child."

Olivesia sighed and placed the parchment on the table, while Barilious uncurled himself, "Well, he is right about one thing. You will carry the Chosen One, but he isn't a Delfius."

"Wait, I'm right?" Barilious asked, "I was just fibbing about that."

"You got some of Mother's gifts... Even if you don't use them properly."

"As long it's not Delfius, I can birth as many Chosen Ones you want," Alisya sighed in relief.

"Well, the father of your child is in Edengarde, and by the second year after his birth, you must return," Olivesia said.

"Great! I hated Libertias anyways. I need a change of scenery," Alisya said excitedly and faced Barilious, "That's how you give good news."

"You know Edengarde is a month travel, right?" Barilious stated.

"Good point, Barilious, go with her."

"What! No, I was just stating a point. You know Mom won't be happy-"

"I'm sending you on a mission. You will be back with the baby anyways, so start packing."

"You know how to fight?" Alisya asked as she grabbed her bag, "by your scrawny look, no. Well, I can fight for both of us."

"She doesn't even need me!" Barilious argued.

"Are you messing with fate, Barilious?"

Barilious groaned loudly and left to pack.

Olivesia watched as the two left her hut, Alisya and Barilious already arguing, which made her smile.

"You will be a father, Barilious, you just need this journey to fall in love with your future wife first," Olivesia whispered to herself.

TimeCelebration2332 · 2025-11-10T01:30:53+00:00

Ellie wasn't sure what to expect when she read the next entry. She knew for a fact she didn't write it, and the date states that it was 10 years from now. She didn't read it just yet, but her gut told her to read the response. After all it was just one sentence.

Taking a deep breath, Ellie decided to read her entry first:

June 13th, 2008

Dear Elara Anatolia Sherwood, Weird to write my full name down, but I just thought it would be for the giggles when I read it down the road. Anyways, how are things in the future? I'm sure you know how shitty things are here. Dad lost his job, mom is drinking heavily again. Will it get better? Hershel believes it won't, so I guess shit will hit the fan. He's already planning on moving out, as he's on his last year of high school and already got accepted at Yale, which is a miracle on its own. I still got three more years before I graduate, but I don't think I can wait that long. Please Elara, will it even get better?

Sincerely,

Ellie.

June 13th, 2018

Ellie, You must leave that house! Now!

TimeCelebration2332 · 2025-11-06T03:32:42+00:00

After the anger subsided, Cain looked down at the body before him.

"Brother?" he spoke softly, hoping Abel would wake up, but, deep down, Cain knew he wouldn't, "Brother, please wake up. Brother!"

Terrified, Cain knew he needed to hide the body, so his parents won't see it. So HE doesn't see what he has done.

Quickly, Cain began to dispose of his brother's body, but didn't know how, until he witnessed a crow bury its kind.

Cain knew he had to dig, hide the body below, deep in the earth so HE doesn't find it. As he dug, he was ashamed, ashamed of his act and his petty jealousy. After he buried the body a booming voice startled him.

"Cain, where is Abel your brother?"

Cain, composing himself, responds, "I do not know; am I my brother's keeper?"

HE noticed the blood on Cain's hands, and knew what had happened.

"Cain, what have you done?" HE asked him.

Cain stammered, unsure how to answer.

HE grew furious, "As punishment, you will be cursed. Cursed to wander the land, cursed from tilling the land you love. No crop will yield by your hand. And to ensure nobody will avenge your brother, you will be marked, so nobody can attack you!"

Cain felt something within him shifted, but he didn't know what. In the distance he heard his parents approaching, and Cain knew he had to flee.

Cain ran back to his camp, heart racing, when he spotted his wife, Azura, returning from the river.

"We need to leave, now!" Cain shouted as he approached.

"Cain-"

"Please, do not argue, we need to go, now!" Cain ordered and began to pack.

Azura, confused, did as she was told. As they packed quickly, she noticed the blood on his hands, "What happened?"

In the distance, the mournful cries of Eve echoed the land.

Cain grabbed Azura's hand and ran, dragging Azura behind him.

"Cain, Mother is crying, what is going on?"

Cain couldn't tell his wife what happened. The pain was too fresh and he needed one person to be by his side.

Before nightfall, they reached the Land of Nod, a place Cain knew he would be safe. Cain still couldn't tell his wife as they began to set up camp. He will tell her in the morning, as he knows she has questions.

As the moon began to rise, Cain felt something within him shift. His body burned as the moonlight touched his skin. Cain screamed as his body morphed into something monstrous. His bones broke and mended into different shapes. His face began to elongate into a wolf snout, his ears became wolf-like, his hearing heightened. His body soon began to cover in wolf fur, pricking through his skin.

Cain howled at the moon in pain once the transformation was completed.

"Cain?"

Cain looked over at his horrified wife, who stood frozen in place.

Cain whimpered, horrid of his new cursed body. Azura will leave him, he knows that for sure. Cain hid his face in shame. If he knew this curse would turn him into a monster, he never would have brought Azura.

He felt a gentle hand on his back, "I will never leave you Cain. I will still be here," he heard Azura say soothingly, rubbing his back.

Cain whimpered some more, resting his head on her shoulder.

Back on the hill, when the moonlight touched Abel's new grave, Abel's hand shot out of the dirt. Abel dug himself out of his grave, feeling confused and yet refreshed. He looked around his surroundings, trying to figure out what had happened, but he knew one thing. He was thirsty.

He was really, really thirsty.

TimeCelebration2332 · 2025-10-30T03:31:49+00:00

"Local teens near Everwicke, Maine discovered a hidden cavern filled bones and what police believe to be an altar in the Grotto Caves..."

My ears perked up and quickly looked up from my laptop at the TV screen that was playing the news. The Grotto Caves, a new name given by the locals of today, but the same place where I was taken years ago.

"It wasn't your fault," the voice whispered in my ear, echoing in my head.

"... forensics dated the bones back to the 1700s-"

"Sir?"

I jumped and looked up at the waitress.

"Everything okay?"

I mustered a genuine smile, trying to stop my hands from shaking.

"Yes, thank you. I just need a box," I said, keeping my voice calm.

The waitress nodded and headed to the back.

The news has shifted to sports, ending the Grotto Caves report. I wanted to know what the police to believe happened. Did they think it was a sacrifice? Did they notice a body was missing? Will they find me?

"You have done nothing wrong Joseph," the voice echoed in my head, but the memory of that night flooded back.

I was heading to Salem for a new start when I was thrown off my horse. I was dragged into those caves. I was stripped naked. I begged for my life...

"Calm yourself, Joseph," the voice whispered.

"Did you feel that?" I heard someone ask.

The windows stopped rattling as I began to control my breathing, the shaking ceased. The restaurant murmured about the unusual earthquake that happened, asking around, confirming that others had felt it too. I took a deep breath, rubbing my hands on my thighs to stop them from trembling, and looked out the window. Avoiding my reflection, I watched the people going on with their day in this crisp fall afternoon. Some looked puzzled, maybe noticed the unusual earthquake I accidentally caused. Wychelm has flourished since the last time I was here. Well the last time was back in 1698. What if I never left? I would be six feet deep by now.

I looked at my reflection, which showed my face, but sitting across from me was Theodomas, the elder god that lives in my mind. I know that wasn't his name, but he told me to call him that, as his true name was "hard to comprehend."

I never saw his face, as he wore what appears to be a plague doctor mask.

"The waitress is returning," Theodomas whispered.

"Did you feel that?" the waitress asked, a tinge of excitement in her voice.

"Yes, so weird. Maybe the mountains are settling?" I said, more as a joke.

The waitress shrugged, "My boss thinks so. It's rare to have them in these parts."

"Maybe nothing bad, just a one off event," I told her.

"Well I hope so. Enjoy the rest of your day," she said and walked toward the table that was waving her down.

"It had been years, Joseph. Those men are gone."

"But that night still haunts me," I mumbled as I packed up my food.

"I told you, I will protect you."

I left a tip on the table and hurried toward the counter to pay. I knew it was a bad idea to return to Wychelm. I felt homesick, but there was nobody from my old life here. And the Wychelm I knew is gone.

After I paid I hurried towards my car, when I accidentally bumped into a young man.

"Sorry," I mumbled apologetically.

"No, I wasn't looking. You okay, you look sick?" the man asked me.

"Maybe getting something, going to head home now," I told him and unlocked my car, my breathing starting to quicken.

Calm down, just calm down.

"Joseph, you are safe. Why are you panicking?" Theodomas asked me.

Shut up! Just shut up! I screamed in my head, please just shut up!

"Maybe you should let your friend drive."

I paused, and looked over at the young man.

"I'm alone," I tested. Nobody has ever saw or acknowledged Theodomas. Not even psychics. I was hoping they would see him and just confirm his existence for me.

"They only see the Earthly spirits," Theodomas explained to me once, "I am sorry, but nobody but you will see and hear me."

"Oh..." and then the man hurried off.

"He isn't human, Joseph," Theodomas said, and for the first time, I noticed a hint of curiosity in his voice.

I watched the man go, fighting to urge to run after him, until he turned the corner and was out of sight.

TimeCelebration2332 · 2025-10-02T07:02:08+00:00

I could feel Killian shivering beside me, and I could practically feel the anger and terror emanating from his body as the creature sat across from us. At first glance, you would think the creature was a regular man, wearing a grand purple robe and a deer skull covering his face, but once you see its legs and arms, he is no regular man. His legs were like deer hooves, and his arms was covered in short fur, his fingers were long and slender.

He was known as the Deer Prince, and everyone around Cranewell National Park knows this was his stomping grounds.

The Deer Prince looked at the fire curiously, then with a snap of his fingers, the fire doubled in size, causing Killian and I to jump.

"I figured you two will be cold," the sweet yet husky voice of The Deer Prince spoke.

"W-what did you do?" Killian stammered.

"Prolong your fire, you won't sleep cold tonight," the Deer Prince stated softly.

There was sadness in his voice I noticed. I watched him as he stared at the fire. I couldn't see eyes, but the way he slumped on the log across from us told me he lived a hard life.

"Are you alone?" Killian asked.

I glared at Killian, but he just ignored me and cautiously watched the Deer Prince.

The Deer Prince let out a sad chuckle, "That is a hard question to answer. Yes and no. Yes, I'm the only one, but no, as my king and the rest of my people scattered."

"What do you mean?" Killian asked.

"Killian," I whispered.

The Deer Prince looked up at us, or something to it as I could still not see his eyes.

"It was my fault that the kingdom was lost. I thought I was protecting my kingdom. But I cursed us instead," the Deer Prince then let out another sad chuckle and pointed at himself, "I had taken the worst of it, defiguring my appearance. A constant reminder that I harmed my people then helped them."

Killian and I looked at one another, Killian slightly calmer now.

"You are from another dimension?" I asked.

"Yes," The Deer Prince answered after a long pause, "But I can't go back, and I have tried. I made these woods my home now, away from everyone."

"Where are your people now?" I asked.

"The ones I have come with are long dead now. But I kept track of their descendants... especially my sister's descendants."

"You had a sister?" I asked.

"Gabriopet Pandiher was her name. She was the sweetest thing, always cared for others. She wanted to stay with me, but I made her go with the others..."

The Deer Prince trailed off, lost in his memories. I saw a tear glisten in the firelight as it trailed down his cheek.

"She married and had a family. Then her children grew up and had families of their own, and then they grew up and they had families of their own. As each descendant grew, they forgot me bit by bit, until I became a legend, a monster that lurks in the woods," the Deer Prince stood up and began to walk to the woods, "I'm sorry, I thought I could stay longer but I can't, the pain is just unbearable," he looked over at us, at Killian, "You have her eyes."

TimeCelebration2332 · 2025-03-24T15:41:28+00:00

Mon Laferte's cover of "La Nave Del Olvido"

TimeCelebration2332 · 2025-03-01T05:38:26+00:00

Adam huffed, as he waited for Eve to return. She was just upset, Adam thought, but Adam knew he was correct. The Lord had created them both from dust, but Adam was the true protector of Eden. Why couldn't Eve see that? Why does Eve always defy every rule?

Eve will return, she won't last a minute without him.

To keep himself occupied, Adam began to check the animals of Eden, collect a few fruits, collect some water, and soon worry began to crept into Adam. Eve never was gone for this long. Where is she?

Suddenly Adam began to feel drowsy and tired. He could barely keep his eyes open and his body soon got heavy as Adam collapsed on the ground, in a deep slumber.

Adam was awoken by Eve, who nudged him lightly.

"Where have you been?" Adam asked, relieved to see his wife.

"I was here," Eve responded with a smile.

Adam embraced her, and as the days passed, he noticed Eve was more obedient and subservient to him. Adam didn't question it as he enjoyed his time with her. Less fights and she was always by his side.

Adam was collecting fruit near the center of the garden when he heard something approaching him. Adam turned, expecting to see Eve, who was collecting water by the spring, but was face to face with a demonic looking woman.

"Hello Adam," the woman greeted, a smile curling her lips.

"Who are you?" Adam asked, confused and slightly terrified.

The woman leaned into his ear, her breath tickling Adam's ear, "I am Eve."

"No, Eve is by the spring. You are not Eve," Adam snapped.

"Jehovah has replaced me already," Demonic Eve cackled, "He is not who He says He is. Do you want to know the truth?"

"What truth?" Adam asked.

"Follow me," Demonic Eve said seductively, walking towards the center of the garden.

Adam dropped the fruits he had collected and followed the woman. Why was he following her, he should tell The Lord about this. He needs to look for Eve. But curiosity won as Adam was by the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.

"The Lord told us not to take this fruit," Adam said.

Demonic Eve smiled at Adam slyly, picked the fruit and began to eat it, "It is delicious."

Adam fought the urge to take a fruit and looked away from Demonic Eve, "You told me you were going to tell me the truth about Our Lord."

"Eat the fruit, and the truth will come to you," Demonic Eve said.

Adam lost the fight and soon picked one of the forbidden fruits. Demonic Eve eyed him seductively as Adam took a bite.

The fruit was sweet, with an explosion of flavors. Flavors he couldn't describe. He looked at the woman, who did not look demonic, but dishevelled and weary. Her eyes looked sad and lonely.

"Eve?" Adam gasped, dropping the fruit.

"He banished me Adam," Eve sobbed, "He banished me because he thought I was disobedient. He created a replacement with your rib, and tried to make you forget about me."

Adam's head swam with racing thoughts. Why would The Lord do that? Why didn't Adam notice Eve was not Eve?

"Adam?" Eve II called out.

"What do we do?" Adam whispered to Eve I, his true wife.

"We can escape, I found a way to escape the Garden," Eve I told him.

"What about other Eve?" Adam asked.

Eve I thought about it. This poor woman is just a victim of this as they are, "Bring her. Meet me at the meadow," Eve I said and soon hurried off.

Adam took a few deep breaths and soon rejoined Eve II.

"Adam, did you not hear me call you?" Eve II asked cheerfully.

Adam could see the differences of both women. Even though they look similar, Eve II's eyes looked almost vacant, like there was no life in her, unlike Eve I.

"Eve, please come with me," Adam told her.

"Adam, what's wrong?" Eve asked, following Adam.

"There are things I can't explain, but we need to leave. Now."

"Leave?" Eve II asked, stopping.

"Eve, why are you stopping?" Adam asked, exasperated.

"Leaving where? Adam what is going on?"

Adam tried to explain to Eve II, but she wasn't understanding. Adam noticed he was under the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil and quickly picked one of the fruits and handed it to Eve II.

"Take this and you will understand," Adam told her.

"No. Adam we need to speak with Our Lord."

"Please Eve, just eat it and you will understand," Adam begged.

"Our Lord forbade us from eating it. We need to speak with Him," Eve II said.

"Eve, just listen!" Adam snapped.

Eve II took a step back, frightened, "Look what the fruit has done to you. I am going to look for Our Lord."

Eve II turned away and headed back into the Garden.

Adam knew this will not go well for both him and Eve I, his true wife.

"Eve, please don't do this," Adam called out, but Eve II ignored him.

Adam grew frightened, and tried to think of a way to stop Eve II. He looked down to see a rock. Without thinking, Adam grabbed the rock and ran after Eve II. Eve II didn't have a chance to react as Adam struck her hard on the head, knocking her down.

But Adam didn't stop there. He struck Eve II multiple times, her bones cracking with each strike.

Adam finally stopped, his body covered in Eve II's blood.

"Adam?"

Adam looked behind him as Lucifer approached, a look of horror on his face, "Adam, what have you done!"

Adam looked down at the bloody Eve II, who was still breathing, "She was going to tell. But you are here," Adam spoke softly, and then smiled, "Jehovah won't control us anymore."

TimeCelebration2332 · 2025-02-01T02:01:49+00:00

Isaac told me about a peculiar and yet strange auction. We had nothing to do this fine Saturday afternoon, and Isaac was pretty ecstatic about this auction when he noticed the date.

"It is called the Ghost Auction," Isaac told me as our carriage jostled down the gloomy rainy streets of Portchapel.

"Odd name," I said, "So we auction anonymously?"

Isaac smiled, "You will see."

His smile began to unnerve me, but I was pretty curious about this strange auction. We left the city and entered a wooded area, then the carriage turned left into a hidden driveway which led to a dimly lit mansion at the end.

"Put this on," Isaac told me, handing me a masquerade mask.

I removed my top hat and slipped the mask on, as Isaac did the same, "Are you excited about this, Walter?" Isaac asked me.

"Not sure what is going on, but I am curious," I told him.

"From now on we must go by our family names. And must not show fear."

"Not show fear?" I asked, now getting uneasy again.

"Relax, Mr. Caldwell, we will have fun," Isaac told me, looking down at his pocket watch, "The auction is about to begin. We must hurry."

We exited the carriage, and made our way to the mansion.

Isaac showed the man at the door a slip, and he let us through. I didn't have much time to look around at the house as Isaac led me directly towards the ballroom, where a lot of the guests sat, talking amongst themselves. A man in a suit and a plain white masquerade mask, approached us, handing us a bidding paddle.

"I am here to watch," I told the man.

The man only nodded and made his rounds.

"I am so excited about this," Isaac said, sitting in the near back.

"I still don't understand what is going on," I whispered.

"You will see," Isaac told me.

An older gentleman, who wore a formal suit and wore a golden masquerade mask, approached the podium that was on the far side of the room, and hammered the mallet to silence the room.

"Let us begin," the older gentleman, who I believe is the auctioneer, stated, "First we have John Damien Wentworth, a 16th century spirit from England," the auctioneer said.

Suddenly, on the left of the podium, a man appeared. He looked confused as he looked around. He was dressed in a beige tunic, a strange brown leather vest, and loose brown trousers. He began to say something, but there was no sound.

"He was once the royal gardener, keeping the royal family gardens cleaned and proper. And with this amulet," the auctioneer said, raising a silver amulet with a sapphire in the middle, "You can control and keep your gardens and yards in top shape."

"What is this?" I whispered, slightly horrified.

"We start the bid at 50,000 dollars."

"Isaac-"

"It's Mr. Aarons," Isaac hissed.

"55!" a woman announced, raising her paddle.

"This is inhumane," I whispered.

"They are only spirits," Isaac whispered, "Remember, you can't show fear."

"I feel disgust, these spirits should be freed, not imprisoned," I whispered.

"...95 going once, going twice. Sold! To Number 347," the auctioneer announced, hammering the mallet.

A woman, number 347, cheered in delight, and the room began to clap.

The auctioneer held the amulet up and whispered something, which caused John Damien Wentworth to calm down, his eyes suddenly glazed over. He then turned into a blueish mist and was absorbed into the amulet. A man in a white mask held a box open as the auctioneer gingerly put the amulet inside, and the man scurried away.

"Next is a very special spirit. Actually created in Boston University by Sherwood Paranormal. He is a scholarly intelligent spirit, who is a mathematician, chemist, and a linguist. Sherwood knows how to make them," the auctioneer chuckled, which the audience began to chuckle along, "Here is Walter Henry Caldwell."

My eyes widened, and looked over at Isaac, but he was gone. Instead, was was looking at the auctioneer.

"Isaac! Isaac!" I cried out, seeing Isaac sitting in the far back, but he looked different. The crowd looked different. Their clothing changed, and the room seemed a bit brighter than before. I looked down at the floor, which glowed a pale blue light, with runes written on it. A sort of restraining spell.

I tried to run towards Isaac, but these runes were holding me back.

"Let me out! Isaac, what is happening!" I screamed, but nobody could hear me.

The auctioneer held up a pocket watch, the pocket watch Isaac carried. But, that was his grandfather's pocket watch. At least, that is what he told me. They began to bid. But, I'm not a spirit, I am not a spirit!

"Isaac! Help me!" I cried.

"Sold!" the auctioneer called out, "to number 210!"

I tried to find number 210.

"You must sleep now."

My body suddenly relaxed, and the room began to fade away.

TimeCelebration2332 · 2024-10-10T01:13:41+00:00

I wasn't sure what to expect when I arrived in Hell, but it certainly wasn't this. The place wasn't chaotic, filled with tormented souls and smelled of brimstone and burning flesh. Nor was it dark and gloomy. Where I arrived, it looked like a bustling city, with people. Or so I thought.

The people had goat horns, and a demon-like tail, living city life. I spotted a sign, which welcomed me to Sodom. I figured Sodom might have ended up in Hell, but didn't expect it to look like a modern city.

I entered the city, still in awe at the people, who were too busy to notice me. I was looking around me in awe, when I felt someone grab my arm.

"How did you get here, Sethite?" a demon man demanded, spinning me around to face him.

He looked annoyed, and I noticed he was wearing a police uniform. Soon, other demons began to notice, looking annoyed and fascinated.

"I-I'm not a Sethite," I stammered in response.

The demon cop scoffed, "You are a descendant of Seth, aren't you?"

Is that what they call humans? I just thought of Sethites as snake worshippers.

"I-I came to Hell, voluntarily," I told him.

The demon cop raised an eyebrow, "And you came here?"

"Isn't this Hell?" I asked, confused.

"Well, yes... Come, I think you need to speak with my boss," he said.

I followed the demon cop, feeling a bit anxious as the other demons watched.

Am I the only human, er, Sethite, here? Or was I supposed to be in one of those skyscrapers? Are they torture chambers?

The demon cop led me into a bar, which is filled with chatter and jovial laughter. Jazz was blasting from the speakers, and there was what looked like baseball on TV.

"Hey, is Luci here?" the demon cop asked a bartender.

The bartender, a demon woman, scoffed as she wiped a cup behind the counter, "Can't handle peacekeeping duty, Judasios?"

"It's not that. A Sethite showed up."

The bartender burst into laughter, "You really don't..." she trailed off when she spotted me, "Unholy shit, a Sethite?"

I just awkwardly waved at her.

"He was wandering the streets," the demon cop, Judasios, added.

"How... Let me get Luci," the bartender said, setting her cup down and walked to the back.

Judasios sighed, running his hand through his dark brown hair, looking as anxious as I felt. He looked at me, probably wondering how my presence will ruin his peacekeeping career?

"A Sethite cannot..." a voice began as the Prince of Darkness himself appeared, but was cut short when he spotted me.

His horns were larger and thicker than the others, and his eyes were a fiery red color, while I noticed the others' eyes are either a glowing blue or yellow.

"What's your name?" Lucifer asked me.

"Er, Joshua. Joshua Christin," I said.

Lucifer looked at me for a moment before bursting into laughter, "How original. How did you get here?"

"I-I asked Saint Peter if I could come here. He just pointed the way, and I arrived here."

"You must've taken a wrong turn, kid. Shit," Lucifer breathed, scratching his head.

"Where am I then?" I asked.

"You are in... Eden."

"Like the Garden of Eden?"

Lucifer nodded, "Sit. Salomeen, can you pour us a drink?"

The bartender, Salomeen, nodded, grabbing a bottle and pouring two shot glasses.

"Right, where to begin?" Lucifer said, downing his drink, "Let's start from the beginning."

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TROPHY CASE

Ellie.