Hell: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to hell.
Gray clouds swirled above Tartarus, which wasn’t all that abnormal. The weather above the abyss remained at least as tormenting as the prison of the wicked. Those suffering beneath the whips of Tisiphone’s guards scurried with renewed fervor as the sky above revolted. Thunder rolled and cracked as lightning struck the walls and adamantine columns of the triple-walled fortress.
At first sign of the violent change in the perpetual storm, word was dispatched. The sky roiled, clouds swirling and lighting weaving through the gray-black coils. With a huge crack of thunder, the entire sky flashed bright white with lightning before it spat a charred creature into the pit. Fiend and sufferer alike darted away from the smoldering mass.
A groan rose up from the projectile. The mass of onlookers startled and shifted back. Tisiphone hovered above the pit, surveying the situation. “Stand fast!” The growl in her tone shook the very walls, sending the wicked scurrying away.
The creature spat from the sky, shifted, rolling to a sitting position as it rubbed at its head. Talon blinked, taking in his surroundings. “Hell,” he said. It wasn’t just an exclamation of annoyance or injury, he knew where he was in the most general sense, but not the particulars.
“Hold intruder!” the Erinyes yelled, her whip snapping in the air with a distinctive thunder all its own.
His ears perked up, as he gathered his bearings. Instead of shrinking away, Talon squared his shoulders and stood. He was a demon after all, and this was most certainly hell. He told himself, he had nothing to fear here, and turned his golden gaze on the Fury that hung in the air above him.
“Why am I here?” He received no answer from any quarter, neither the hulking demons around him, nor the flapping one offered an answer. His skin rippled with irritation as he weighed the options of either holding back the power bubbling beneath the surface or letting his dark form burst forth. “Did you bring me here?”
Again silence, for a moment. The sound of wing beats seemed to echo around him. The volume and power of each flap left his imagination running, it sounded like something large approached, and his eyes searched the sky for sign of the beast it belonged to. The few punished souls remaining skittered toward the dark corners of the pits, some dove into deep trenches in the abyss. Just before a pair of crashes shook the ground around him. He nearly lost his balance and looked up in time to see what he hadn’t found in the clouds.
The massive black dragon, shimmered with a purplish-to-blue sheen as lightning flashed through the clouds that grumbled with rage. Talon stared as the beast shook it’s head, like a dog fresh from the water. It swirled in a brackish black-gray smoke. Out of the cloud stepped a tall woman with a familiar face. As she reached the edge of the wall, leathery wings spread wide, taking one powerful stroke at the air as she stepped off. She landed on the ground, quaking it again as her feet touched down.
Talon just stared, taking in the warped sight of that which was familiar and once dear to him. Even with the dark eyes, flame licked with rage, he knew it was her. The wings curved tightly near her shoulders, as she stalked. When she got closer, he noticed the scales shimmering along the sides of her neck and over her shoulders–if he had to guess they continued down her back, a natural armor, he figured.
It was a correct assumption. Furia knew to well that those closest caused the most damage. She refused to expose her back to any that might dare bury a blade in it.
Glacing past, Talon would see that even the guards, hulking beasts of brimstone and sulfur, rippling with muscles, cowered with their heads bowed to the ground. The few souls who hadn’t escaped her appearance now stood frozen in the pit, black and glistening much like obsidian. Upon inspection he would find that was precisely what they had turned into.
“You would challenge me?” Furia laugh, the sound rumbled like rolling thunder.
“No. I was brought here.”
“Then someone must wish you destroyed,” she said, stopping near his shoulder. “Though tortured first.”
“Furia,” he said.
Her hand closed on his throat as she lifted him from his feet.
Talon’s rage battled with a sense of pain at the reaction. Feeling the rapid deterioration of the situation, he tried to assume his alternate form, but something constrained him. Like a fly with its wings ripped off, he found himself at a clear disadvantage.
“You do not belong here. This is not your home, demon. Power here is granted at my pleasure,” she announced, tightening her grasp until his throat closed.
Like a hound on the hunt, she toyed with him finally throwing him against the diamond-strong gray walls. She stalked toward him, the leather clinging to every curve in a way that even he had little immunity too. The fire that blazed in her eyes was totally foreign to the woman he’d known. One hand raised, lifting him back to his feet. When she got closer, he noticed that the black on her hands were not clad in gloves. If the talons were any indication the dragon form was more than convenient transport or a useful form of intimidation.
He hung in the air motionless, stone freezing cold against his back. With each step she seemed to grow. By the time she reached him, she outstripped his height by several inches. The tip of one talon skimmed down his throat as she loomed over him. “I do not suffer fools who enter my domain. Especially those that would seek to corrupt the power of my realm for their own gain. Now, who are you?” She enunciated each word of the question.
Her lack of recognition made him feel even more hollow. His friend didn’t know him.
Officially, on September 13, 2000, a giant meteorite descended upon the South Pole. A huge explosion resulted, melting the ice and generating massive tidal waves, which in turn caused the sea level to rise several tens of meters. Collectively, more than 2 billion people on the islands of the Southern Hemisphere died.
The energy from the explosion knocked the Earth off its axis, producing climate change on a global scale; Japan became a country of perpetual summer. Many places around the world suffered drought, flooding, volcanic eruptions, abnormal weather patterns, and other calamities as a result of this Second Impact. Economic panic and civil war erupted in every nation.
Truth is that mankind discovered a humanoid lifeform, designated the first Angel, there, at the South Pole. The well-publicized theory that it was caused by a giant meteorite is the product of rigged intelligence.
Adam, the First Angel — and the cause of Second Impact — was discovered by the Katsuragi Research Team at the South Pole. It was courtesy of Seele’s funding that the Katsuragi Team discovered the White Moon, which contained Adam and the Spear of Longinus.
Adam was awakened by mankind. The Katsuragi Investigation Team frantically attempted to reseal Adam using the Spear of Longinus, but failed. Ultimately, through the phenomenon of the S² Engine apparently going into overdrive by artificial means (details are vague due to the team’s complete annihilation), it became that only an absolute catastrophe — the resetting of all life due to the disappearance of A.T. Fields, and the construction of an ecosystem with an Adam base — was prevented. This is called the Second Impact. The incident blew Adam completely apart.
The sky was dark, the power out. The only light was caused by the sudden bolts of lightning that illuminated the sky, the loud thunder screeched through the sky, a beautiful melody as it mixed with the belting rain on the windows.
For many in the survey corps, rain and abnormal weather acted as a sign of good luck but for Levi it seemed to be a temporary death sentence. The small man was curled up under heaps of blankets to try and block out the noise but despite his best efforts, he was still left alone, cold and scared in the darkness of his room.
days fall onto me like hammers. i feel used and exhausted by social issues at work - i’m a simple man, i wish for no such complications in my life. each day is a bit longer and even if the weather is abnormally warm, i’m still wearing winter coats. i can’t wait for spring with its abundances, the smell of grass and fresh foliage.