[sylvanSpider]

Hell

Olivia couldn't believe him. There was something to his face that said “I'm being sarcastic” even as she knew he'd never actually lie to her. She'd look up to see what the building looked like, but the dark of night prevented her from even making the gesture, and thinking about it a little longer helped her realize that she'd never get the chance to see it during the day. Death was a strange thing.

All her life she'd been told about gleaming streets of gold and a big bearded man who judged whether you went to Heaven or Hell and she thought that she just might be in purgatory. No such luck she found herself in the place very explicitly named Hell – but there was no fire or lake of fire or anything. Instead, she had this: a worn down arena smashed between two apartment buildings in the dead of forever night in a forever dark and forever freezing town or city or whatever the fuck this urban area was because who are we kidding Olivia was just a baby demon who had no idea where she was what she was doing or what the fuck she was getting herself in to. So, she listened to his promises of acclimation, of mutual respect for a dilapidated building that only said that she was a demon.

Xander's gaze was intense, boring into Olivia's soul rendering her useless of most thoughts. She stood there, wide-eyed and blinking at Xander for a long while before raising her hands to sign to him, Is there ever a time it will be? Or am I giving everything by entering this building?

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Axle drew the eyes of the other demons in the arena, that much was certain. Some even stopped mid-battle to note his presence. He was a regular there and always provided a show. Sure, he looked normal enough now (as normal as a black eyed punk rocker could look) with a face of stoicism and apathy, but those who stopped knew him as one who changed to a completely different person when fighting. He seemed to give up his humanity losing all sanity, like he was high.

[b] “Yes, I know. I was a noobie once too. I learned. So too, shall you,” he said, watching her brow furrow and her fists clench. She really was determined. She would make an excellent hunting partner.

He didn't blink as she made her way to the wall of weapons, turning his body to face her as she moved, “If you need them, yes. You will need them, won't you? You don't know yet what any of the rest of us can do...” Axle teleported so his mouth was next to her ear and whispered, “I know I don't need them...

Heaven

Sage inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in the scent of Sage's neck flesh, “You tried to fool me, and you came close. But you...you smell so...so sososo good.” Even as he spoke, he could see multiple Lukas, all facing him, and all looking at him with a face begging him to stay confused. They all spoke to him, but only one gave off that delicious smell.

“You smell better than the wine,” he murmured, debating taking out his knives. There were no icicles in his head this time. No, instead he found himself with his own little rabbit trapped within his own jowls. Knives would only make the meat tense up and he wanted it so bad, he wanted to taste it just one more time. One more time.

He bit Luka's neck and tore.