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and thus he was trown into the gates of hell never to escape form his damnation.
Gabriel the 2th was now nothing but a demon in the all mighty lord eyes, he had lost his wings, burned away by the morning sun, he had managed to cover most of himself from the sunlight with his now scorched off wings.
luckily for the sinful outcast he had managed to safe his sword, a beacon of hope, that he knew he could use. unfortunatly for the poor outcast he was never to return to the heavens again, his greatest hope, if you could call it hope at all, was to get to the
surface and live his now mortal life as simple human. His wish was to life the rest of his days as a humble peasent, he knew he couldn't be a monk, entering any temple would place the lords attention on him and he knew he wouldn't want that.
he had been trown down to the 4th layer of hell, the place for the lustfull and other sinners that let satan guide their ways. The surroundings looked like the insides of an ancient cave, just massive, demons flying across Gabriel's path, the ceiling looked like mountains that had covered the sky, if you looked close enough you could see the next layer of hell, further below, gabriel knew he had to stay clear of the clifft and not fall down to the lower layers, as those who were damned there suffered a worse faith, one that Gabriel the outcast wouldn't want to imagine.
Gabriel was trown on the egde of the 4th layer, just above a pit full of sinners, they were screaming in pain, tortured by different kinds of melting metal tools, to punish them for giving into the desires of their body. As the outcast walked around this open pit, he didn't feel any remorse for these damned souls, not a single feeling of pity for them, as a former angel, he knew that they were paying for their own sins and that he was aswell.
soon after getting around the pit, Gabriel saw a few demons stading in his path, he was just bare butt and had no place on his person to hide his sword, so he took it in his right hand and walked to their right side, hoping that they might not notice the holy cross on it or just it's general shininess.
even with his poor atempt to hide his sword, he forget a basic thing about these demons, they were a bunch of lusty desires and he was the only livin thing around, they would have seen or smelled him from miles away."
please look past any spelling errors, as i wrote this on my phone and i have spellcheck turned off, because i write faster than that.
this is just a story i am writing for a friend, i really want to be a writer someday and this is just casual practice for me, i wrote it all whilst sitting in a bar drinking alittle.
lSinful
and thus he was trown into the gates of hell never to escape form his damnation.
Gabriel the 2th was now nothing but a demon in the all mighty lord eyes, he had lost his wings, burned away by the morning sun, he had managed to cover most of himself from the sunlight with his now scorched off wings.
luckily for the sinful outcast he had managed to safe his sword, a beacon of hope, that he knew he could use. unfortunatly for the poor outcast he was never to return to the heavens again, his greatest hope, if you could call it hope at all, was to get to the
surface and live his now mortal life as simple human. His wish was to life the rest of his days as a humble peasent, he knew he couldn't be a monk, entering any temple would place the lords attention on him and he knew he wouldn't want that.
he had been trown down to the 4th layer of hell, the place for the lustfull and other sinners that let satan guide their ways. The surroundings looked like the insides of an ancient cave, just massive, demons flying across Gabriel's path, the ceiling looked like mountains that had covered the sky, if you looked close enough you could see the next layer of hell, further below, gabriel knew he had to stay clear of the clifft and not fall down to the lower layers, as those who were damned there suffered a worse faith, one that Gabriel the outcast wouldn't want to imagine.
Gabriel was trown on the egde of the 4th layer, just above a pit full of sinners, they were screaming in pain, tortured by different kinds of melting metal tools, to punish them for giving into the desires of their body. As the outcast walked around this open pit, he didn't feel any remorse for these damned souls, not a single feeling of pity for them, as a former angel, he knew that they were paying for their own sins and that he was aswell.
soon after getting around the pit, Gabriel saw a few demons stading in his path, he was just bare butt and had no place on his person to hide his sword, so he took it in his right hand and walked to their right side, hoping that they might not notice the holy cross on it or just it's general shininess.
even with his poor atempt to hide his sword, he forget a basic thing about these demons, they were a bunch of lusty desires and he was the only livin thing around, they would have seen or smelled him from miles away."
please look past any spelling errors, as i wrote this on my phone and i have spellcheck turned off, because i write faster than that.
this is just a story i am writing for a friend, i really want to be a writer someday and this is just casual practice for me, i wrote it all whilst sitting in a bar drinking alittle.
