[ PROLOGUE: WELCOME TO HELL ]
[ "W-where the fuck am I?!" ]
Theodore couldn't help but mutter those exact same words to himself, after seemingly falling from the sky like a ball of fire before then landing a nasty smelling dumpster. One which has rats with 5 eyes in it, absolutely not normal...
Before that though, the last memory he could remember is him about to go home from work— the strip club, he is a... worker there, just a simple bartender don't think too much.
He then gets jumped by muggers that are apparently wearing Avongers helmets, as he then gets stabbed due to him "accidentally" laughing at their getup...
Getting killed in doing so... Couldn't help it, it was funny, midgets wearing Avongers helmets. Who wouldn't laugh? Definitely not him, he laughed hard before dying.
Of a car crash, yes the midgets didn't do the final killing. It was instead due to a truck, he got hit by a drunk driver causing his bodily fluids and organs to scatter about on the street pavement below... Yes, due to drunk driving, what a lovely, he isn't even the one behind the wheel in this scenario; a shame.
Back to the topic, he glanced at his hands and noticed that it is extra pale, his arms and legs also are extra lengthy. With his body now wearing a suit only in the black and white color, his trousers reminiscent of old movies. Which is vastly different from the clothes he wore, or the uniform that he wore when he... splat!
[ "T-this is what, h-huh?!!" ] He panicked in hearing his voice seemingly different. Not normal, not like he just hit puberty again wherein his voice got deeper. No, instead his voice is akin to that of old movies— one wherein people talk funny, with weird accent to make that effect.
But in here, he didn't practice that accent, or way of talking, but he is still speaking like that, like a person from the black and white era of television. As he then mumbles garbages to himself, still hearing that.
He notices disco-like lights coming from above, so he glanced above pass the weird architecture of the surroundings, or even pass the fouling stench that couldn't be explain. As he then notices a huge air balloon with a banner saying the following;
[ WELCOME TO HELL, FUCKFACE! ]
[ "Oh no..." ] He didn't even care about the steampunk, snake aesthetic it has, as he instead stare wide-eyed to the banner which has the word, "Hell" in it. And also at the sky which is blood red, very unlike the night sky of Earth, wherein stars are littered around.
Wherein this one, this night sky seems to not have any stars in it. But it does have something, a pure black moon that has a pentagram symbol in the middle— in red color, as if blood was used to paint it.
That, that thing was the final nail to the coffin to confirm, to Theodore at the very least that this isn't Earth, and is very much just like what giant banner said... Hell.
[ "H-holy shit, I-I'm in Hell?!!" ]
Theodore knows that he isn't a great person, once kicked an annoying kid in the groan because he could. Stole a candy from a murderous little girl, and even did it with a married woman...
Pretty fucking hideous if you ask me, and that's just the tip of the iceberg, so imagine his surprise when he didn't get sent to a place lower than Hell.
[ "This is absolutely great!" ]
The weird voice of his, he quickly gets attached to it, as he then strolls out of the alleyway he finds himself in. As he quickly notice the abnormalities in the surroundings, of the people in Hell to be more precise. [ "Wow..." ] He paused, just to admire the beautifully chaotic view in front.
At people actively cursing at one another, at the people walking the streets seemingly soulless, at the people that is driving in the road seemingly without care. And lastly at the people shooting and stabbing one another, like it's normal in Hell...
Perhaps it is normal in Hell, this is Hell after all... And calling them people would be, a no, they aren't people. More so monsters with weird quirks here and there, either tall or short, fat or slim, has horns or none.
Is a fish, is a monster, is a grotesque creation that shouldn't be. Looking like they we're created and thought of by some weird fucked-up kid, or something along those lines, as he admires them all...
The rampant in chaos seems to be prevalent, as like he said earlier, people are actively shooting one another, stabbing one another. As the people that got shot, or stab, then stand up brushing off the wound before doing repaying the aggressor by stabbing them, shooting, or punching.
He could swore seeing two lanky dudes, weird teeths, wearing top hats with monocle. One primarily is wearing clothes that has blue coloring, the other red, as they actively stab one another's side without care; smiling at one another as blood drops all around.
Theodore who has never considered himself normal, or even kind in some sorts of sense couldn't believe that such things is normal here. Which causes his face to have a shit eating grin unbeknownst to him; [ "I-I'm smiling!" ] He touched his face and couldn't believe that he is smiling, that only happens whenever he does something bad, weird, or grotesque— laughing on midgets for example.
But in some cases it doesn't get stuck to his face, but this one seemingly does. Before then he felt his face hurt, so he settled with a smirk that doesn't show any of his teeth, as he then moves around ready to admire the surroundings.
[ "Out of the way, boy!" ] He could hear a pipsqueak seemingly yelling behind him, seemingly directed at him as he feels an itchy saliva drop on the back of his head. So he turned around, with confusion; [ "Huh, you talking to me?" ]
And face-to-face he was presented a gigantic rat, a bodybuilder type of monster, standing on a whooping 8ft tall. The saliva of his green, some which dribbles down the side of his cheeks, as he wipes it in disgust, walking backward a few steps to avoid it.
[ "Uhh- hi?" ] He waved confused at the giant rat, in response it cracked its neck before then moving to the side; to present Theodore with a rat that is seemingly aged up, about 96 + 69 old of a guy- rat...
Demon-thing. Under the respirator system, sitting on a throne, being carried by other rat demons in-so. [ "I don't like repeating myself, Remi, dispose him." ] The voice he heard earlier seemingly came from this old-rat, but what he said next didn't sound nice.
[ "W-wait, wait!" ] This caused Theodore to sweat, as he watches the buff rat seemingly wallks closer to him, cracking his weird human-rat hybrid fist as he does so. Ready to punch him in the face.
The scenery and commution that they are causing seemingly attracted the attention of the other Demons, as they stared at him, at the newcomer who is about to have his teeth kicked in... At the newcomer who they think is cute, but not care of.
Some Demons stopped stabbing one another just to see this, one stopped eating the remains of another Demon to watch. And finally a drunk driver hitting a house, parking in the middle of the room, killing the people inside; not connected to their situation, but it sounded funny, so here.
[ "We c-can talk about this!" ] Theodore backed away the more the Rat Demon approached, before finally he backed away on the crowd of onlookers which pushed him forward to his demise. [ "Get back in there, whitie." ]
Fuck you all... Seeing that there's no way out of here, he as a last resort placed his hands on top of his head, in hopes that it would lessen the damage from big buff daddy here. [ "A-ahh, shit!" ]
Closing his eyes, Theodore cowered as he waited for the incoming punch to happen... But that seemingly didn't happen, [ "Huh?" ] Opening his eyes in confusion, Theodore was immediately greeted by an uppercut that sent him and his teeths flying, as blood from his mouth spirals and turns into a fountain, covering anyone unlucky nearby.
Theodore half expectedly to see something inside him bloom, not literally, metaphorically, as this is Hell. If Hell exist, then so does Magic, so why can't she activate a power or something along those lines, one that can pull him— him the definite Protagonist of this story, out, out of this mess he finds himself in.
But in seeing the dark red bloody sky above, as he flies... He believes that Magic doesn't exist, Hell does, but that thing called Magic is just a fairy-tale, something told by the Illuminati to control the mas-
[ "Mom, look! I can do fire magic!" ] He glanced and noticed a small Goat headed Demonic child wielding flames in the palm of his hands, as he looks excitedly at his mother— a goat man in a flowery dress, the supposed mom looking more like a dad, as his hairy goat chest is seen by Theodore.
What absolute bullshit...! Before the scene then disappears, as he lands back on the ground. The direction wherein he noticed the goat demons replaced instead by the anticipating, assortment of monsters.
His head landing disgustingly on the floor with a hard thud. He could feel dizzy from the impact, as he tries coughing out some teeth that entered his throat— after some cough, a pale, now bloodied tooth ejected, landing on the street. [ "F-huck!" ]
He glanced at this teeth, before then his body gets overshadowed by a buff rat's shadow. Seconds later he could be seen getting pulled up, his suit getting loosen in doing so; as he now stares face-to-face with the big buff Rat Demon.
Seemingly mute, as the thing doesn't speak at all. But judging from the monster's face, it is ready to kill Theodore, as it brought its face close to him— hopefully to bite his head off, and not for a kiss... Christ knows that he doesn't want the latter, he doesn't swing that way.
Heh... He watches in horror, as the mouth of the rat opens up, showing to him few furs of a blue cat in it, nudged in-between the teeths. As foul smell of alcohol, expired cheese, and rotten flesh seemingly comes out; making Theodore smell all of, unluckily.
Just kill me already, shit! He feels like this is torture, as time seems to slow down. Seemingly ready to accept his fate, he paused when he heard a loud bang ring out, that followed by a hole in-between the eyes of the Rat Demon, the bullet narrowly missing him, as he then lands on the ground— thankfully alive, weirdly enough.
What the hell is up...?! Theodore shoved the heavy body of the rat to the side, having great difficulty in doing so, as he almost felt like suffocating. His face now bloodied by blood, not from his own, shot to look at the direction where the bullet came from.
And what stood in front of him is a devilish monster, not the aging Rat Demon, but is instead something else. A Purple Moth Demonette that has four lengthy arms, each one holding a revolver, with one of those still having smoke come out of the barrel.
The lady could be seen wearing a heart shaped glasses, the rim being gold, the tint red. Beyond that is red eyes, the iris of her's white which seemingly stares down at him. She wearing a redhat, a white feather with black hearts pattern attached to it.
Aside from that, she could also be seen wearing a red seductive dress that hides nothing. It merging with a coat that comfortably hugs her slender neck— her panty and bra seemingly black, as it is shown to him, very unlike the whores on Earth that usually hides that to people.
Her body plump in the right spots, as he feels some saliva coated with blood drip the side of his chin. As he imprints the image of this scary, but somewhat beautiful woman into his head... Not even King Arthur can make him pull out of this one, he doesn't care if he'll die hitting that, he'll still hit that.
Perhaps noticing his gaze, the Demonette looked at him weirdly, before then flashing him a seductive smile— a faint pink smoke coming out from in-between her teeth, as she quite likes the attention, [ "Hello, dear. You'll be m-." ]
She spoke, sultry written all-over her voice as she seemingly address the bloodied up Theodore who was and is oogling her— not caring about that part. Before she could even finish her sentence, she gets rudely interrupted by the Rat Demon, [ "Who do you think you are, you whore!" ]
[ "Wait a moment, dearie." ] In response to this, she aimed one of her pistols behind her, before clicking the lever. A loud bang ringing out, as a hole becomes present to the forehead of the aging Demonic Rat Kingpin... Dead.
[ "Okay, now where was I?" ] Staring back at Theodore who is now scared for his life, but is also hard in looking up at her, couldn't help but listen for each syllables coming out of her mouth, [ "Oh yeah, you'll be my new slave, dear." ]
[ "Yes... Wh-what?" ] He celebrated inwardly, but stopped when he noticed the creepy demonic smile she is giving him. Not even caring about being a slave at all, definitely not if it's her who's the master. But something deep inside him seems to realize something, as he feels goosebumps.
His senses telling him at the moment that he should run away, or else he'll be eaten whole, and played with by the Demonette in front of him... Which caused him to get more rock hard than normal, as he enjoys the feeling. [ "Good boy, come here then." ]
[ "Y-yes, mistress." ]
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