part gates of hell

SPIRITS OF VENGEANCE #4 (of 5)

VICTOR GISCHLER (W) • DAVID BALDEON (A)
Cover by DAN MORA
WAR AT THE GATES OF HELL PART 4
Necrodamus’ forces mean to upset the balance and cause a deicidal rampage not seen since the Old Testament! The drums of war beat louder and louder, and the Spirits of Vengeance are the only thing standing between the armies of heaven and hell!
32 PGS./Rated T+ …$3.99

Oh, but that place is legend. You won’t find a place like that today. People wanted to forget, you see. When graduation day is your best friend murdered in a duel, a former professor felled by a Death Eater, a Quidditch rival crushed by debris before your very eyes– reconstruction is not the first thing that springs to mind. How can one rebuild, after that? How can one put the pieces back together, as though nothing had happened?

Oh, maybe it would have been the right response. But we couldn’t all be Potter and Granger and Longbottom, could we?

No, we wanted to forget. And to have fun. We wanted to see Veela hostesses, a constantly-changing Charmed Backdrop, and the ceiling raining glittery powdered Runespoor scales on New Year’s Eve. We wanted new holidays, new fashions, and elf-made wine served in goblets made of werewolf claws and bent-out-of-shape galleons, money tossed aside like it was nothing. We wanted the stupid relics of Ministry culture tossed aside too, in favor of nude parties and Weird Sisters albums played with reverence, from start to finish at full volume, with no interruption. We wanted that old Knockturn theater of our fathers reclaimed, made our own pleasure hall. We used the old dressing rooms for groping, the great stage as a dance floor; and in the lobby we drunkenly voted, every morning before staggering home, whether to crown Snape’s portrait, or to set it aflame. It wasn’t the real portrait, of couse. Just some naughty scribbles that resulted from Finnigan and Thomas hitting the Firewhiskey too hard.

Warbeck showed up, and got a booth to herself, and we all stood and gawked even though she was Mum’s celebrity and not ours. A couple of Ravenclaws hawked potions that made you see things you couldn’t believe. Cho Chang, always the best-looking girl in the room, wearing crup-bone earrings and her old flame’s portrait in her miniature locket, took up with Krum; and they had a booth to themselves as well. Hannah Abbott wasn’t married then, just had an arrangement with a fellow Hufflepuff, and they showed up one night with a supposedly famous Dark Wizard huddled between them, and had everyone shrieking and making a fuss about it for days, until Hannah confessed it was just her brother, and they’d only wanted to do it for a laugh.

Almost everyone was there: in spray-charmed pink Death Eater masks, in Muggle bikinis, wearing hollowed-out cauldrons for skirts, in rank-smelling dragon-hide jackets, in nothing but gold paint. 

The Ministry shut it down that same decade. The owner, some Nott in our year, boasted a bit too much about the profit he’d made (bankrolled by Malfoy, until he lost out in that suit to Parkinson; you could sometimes see them sitting and arguing in their booth, but they never mingled, not that anyone would have wanted them to). And people claimed the manager – that Goyle – had murdered someone in the back room. Goyle claimed it. We all laughed. He was on a potion at the time, and probably joking. And we had a murder night, where the walls dripped blood, and a night where half the patrons were rumored to be werewolves, and even a night where a goblin drank too much and was found dead the next morning in the alley.

Yes. That place was a legend.

If you managed to make it past the door, that is.

Meeting Kevin Tran and Closing the Gates of Hell

A/n- The next part of Long Lost Sister, sorry its been so long since I updated! With this chapter the series is going to start following along the show plot. It picks up at season eight episode 14, Trial and Error.

Series Summary- Sam and Dean meet their little sister, Adam’s twin, on a hunt and things don’t go all that smoothly.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

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Y/n huffed as she hurried up the boat stairs behind her brothers. Some guy named Kevin had called and Sam and Dean gave up their recent no hunting rule to go check it out. They’d only gone up a flight of stairs and Y/n was already out of breath. It’d been awhile since her brothers let her go on a hunt. She was recovering nicely from her recent injury, but the Winchester Brothers weren’t taking any chances. Guess this Kevin guy must be really important if they were bringing her along.

The three siblings quickly and quietly crept onto the boat, guns raised.

“Kevin, it’s us,” Sam called as they moved further into the boat. Y/n looked around, the place was a mess. Books and papers everywhere, mostly covered in writing she couldn’t understand. Thumping came from the next room and the trio raised their guns again, moving toward the closed door. Y/n didn’t miss how her brothers moved slightly so they were positioned in front of her. Figures.

Dean swung the door open and the sound of vomiting filled the room.

“Gross,” Y/n muttered under her breath. They guided the man, previously hunched over the toilet to the table in the next room. This must be Kevin, Y/n though. Dean also insisted Y/n sit even though she rolled her eyes and insisted she was fine.

“Are you sleeping?” Sam asked the other man concerned.

“Not really.” He looked exhausted. This hair was disheveled, he smelled and his eyes kept flicking around the room unfocused.

Dean asked the next question, “Are you eating?”

“Hot dogs mostly.”

“Sure, yeah- breakfast of champions. Look I’m going to feel dirty saying this, but you might want a salad, and a shower.”

“I know and I’ve been getting bad headaches and nosebleeds and I think maybe I had a small stroke.”

Y/n’s jaw dropped. Damn, who was this guy and what was so important that he was running himself this far into the ground?

“But it was worth it. I figured out how to close the gates of hell,” Y/n shared shocked looks with her brothers. Close the gates of hell? What does that even mean?

“Come here you smelly son of a bitch,” Dean rushed around the table, hugging the younger man.

“Okay, so what does this mean? What are we looking at?” Sam asked excitedly. Kevin began to explain about the necessary spell and the trials. According to Kevin, God created these three trials and after they were all completed you could successfully close the gates of hell. So far Kevin has only decoded the first trial. Killing a hellhound and bathing in its blood. Nasty!

“Awesome!”

“Awesome?” Sam and I questioned Dean.

“Yeah! Hey, if this means icing all demons, I’ve got no problem gutting some hell dog.”

“How are we going to find one?” I question.

Dean shrugged, “Well hell hounds like to collect on crossroads deals, so all we got to do is track down some loser who sighed over his special sauce ten years ago and get between him and Clifford the big dead dog. Easy!”

It really didn’t sound that easy to Y/n. How exactly were they supposed to find these “losers” as Dean called them? These trials also rubbed her the wrong way. It almost sounded too easy. Closing the gates of hell had to be complicated or it would long be done. Don’t get her wrong, she wanted them closed, no more demons sounded good with Y/n, but this whole thing was rubbing her the wrong way.

“It doesn’t sound easy,” Kevin shock his head.

“I second that,” she agreed.

“Who are you?” Kevin gave her a puzzled look, seeming to notice Y/n for the first time.

“Y/n Mulligan,” she nodded her head toward the boys. “Their sister.”

Dean continued on, “Look, you get on the net, see what you can dig up. I’m gonna go for a supply run because we need goofer dust, and the kid needs to eat something that’s not ground-up hooves and pigs’ anuses; not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

Dean winked at them and was gone.


By the time Dean got back, Sam and Y/n had figured out that their best bet was in Shoshone, Idaho with the Cassidy Family.

Dean turned to Kevin, “Alright, you stay here and work on step number two and if you come across anything on hellhounds drop a dime, okay? Between the claws and the teeth, and the whole invisibility thing, those bitches can be real bitches.”

Y/n nodded at Kevin, as she got up from her seat and went to follow her brothers. Dean put a hand on her should to stop her, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“With you guys to Idaho to track down the hellhound.”

“No way! Absolutely not, you’re staying here. Help Kevin or something. You’re still recovering.”

Y/n sighed, her stitches were long out and really she was fine. A little sore and stiffer than usually, but totally capable of going with them to the ranch, “I’m fine Dean and I’m going. Really, I’m all healed up you know that.”

Dean bit his lip and looked back at Sam who just shrugged, “I know, but Sam and I can handle this along and I just feel we should wait a little longer.”

Y/n huffed and crossed her arms, she was sick of Dean treating her like a child, “Dean, we’re not waiting. This isn’t your decision, it’s mine. I’m coming and that’s final.”

“Whatever,” Dean grumbled, clearly upset that he lost and his brother didn’t back him up. Dean turned back to his shopping bag, pulling out two bottles, “I gotcha a present. The blue ones are for the headaches and the green ones are for pep.”

He handed them to Kevin, before slapping his arm, “Don’t OD.”

Y/n’s eyes bugged, this was definitely not a good idea. Kevin was already running on next to nothing, giving him pills for pep definitely wasn’t going to help.

“Is that really a good idea?” Yy/n asked Dean as they headed toward the door.

He nodded, “Y/n, we’re on the one yard line, it’s time to play through the pain.”

Sam and Y/n exchanged looks and Sam shook his head, “This definitely isn’t a good idea.”  

She looked back at Kevin one last time before following her brothers out. Hopefully the kid could hold it together until they got back.


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NEWSHOUR: 9/11 through the eyes of a first responder and his disposable camera

Anyone who was in the U.S. during the Sept. 11 attacks has their own images from that day imprinted in their mind. Ken George, a first responder to the events of that day, captured some of those images on a disposable camera that he took with him when he was ordered to ground zero the night of the attack.

George worked for New York City’s Department of Transportation at the time, working on bridges, fixing trucks, and ripping up and repaving roads. He thought he was going to direct traffic on the evening of the attacks, but when he got to ground zero, his assignment was much grimmer. The bulk of it involved removing debris — including body parts — in the aftermath.

“It looked like the gates of hell opened up and swallowed everything,” George told the PBS NewsHour.

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A summary of How To Summon A Demon Part 1: Gates of Hell (minus spoilers)

A supernatural mystery where Maria, a young girl, becomes an orphan after her parents die in a burning building. Her parents were part a satanic cult and left her a book detailing how to summon a demon (Hence the title of the series) and she goes through with the ritual, and before officially signing a contract, asks where her parents’ souls are since that’s what she needed in the first place. Baffled and curious because her parents’ souls are not on Earth, in Heaven, in Purgatory, in Hell, or anywhere they could look, Satan assigns the best demon for the job of finding them to Maria.

Chantico is a Fire Demon of the Skeletal Variety. Skeleton Demons are the best of the best at what they do. They’re an elite species of demon and they’re extremely powerful. Chantico is the strongest demon in hell. The reason he’s the best demon for the job is because they need to get Maria through the circles of hell while she’s still alive to the edge of ninth circle, where basically a magic plot device is that can tell her exactly where her parents’ souls are. And she can’t just warp there. 

Chantico helps her go through trials to collect keys to the gates of hell to prove she’s worthy of the knowledge this magic plot device will give her. The trials involve a lot of fighting and are extremely dangerous, so with the strongest demon in hell at her side, can she make it to the device alive?

Anyone interested? Maybe I can crowd-fund this if it gets big enough! 

Bayonetta + Culture: Rodin & The Gates of Hell

Rodin. A badass demon with a weird sense of humor.

A man who handles a bar called the “The Gates of Hell”, not a special bar mind you, it is just a place Bayonetta and Enzo hangs out.

And a place where Bayonetta will get her Infernal weapons.

According to Antonio’s Notes, this place was swarmed by thugs, rouges and demon hunters who were rough. They were bloodthirsty, always looking for a fight for money or glory. All of them waited for the next man to be devoured and torn apart from a demon. Their sense of reality was warped entirely when they entire this bar.

It was commonly called “The Dump” by most of the returning customers there. Anyone who calls the bar as its actual name, will instantly be known as a newcomer to the shop.

During the story of Bayonetta, the bar seems vacant and quiet. But Rodin doesn’t seem to mind. When you walk into his shop, you will most likely see him reading a blank book before you begin shopping.

Gameplay-wise, it is a shop where you can buy items, techniques, costumes, and weapons for your feet.

But… who knew The Gates of Hell was a reference to something?

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Introduction: Dean

Series summary and masterpost here.

Chapter summary: Sam’s path to the throne is recounted from Dean’s point of view. This is one of three introductions that can each be read in no particular order.

Characters/Relationships: Sam, Dean, Azazel, demons, Bobby & Ruby (mentioned)

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: angst, bloody visuals

A/N: Here it is!! The first part of my boyking series. I’m so freaking excited for it. I want to thank @moonlitskinwalker​ for being there to toss ideas back and forth, for beta-ing, and for making the beautiful piece of art that is Sam’s seal, which you can see in the banner above. She’s so talented!!! I also want to thank @skybinx-blog​ for helping me with the plot as well. She gave me some wonderful ideas for the story and I appreciated her help so much! You both are the best!

Also, if you have questions about Ruby’s involvement so early on in my story, don’t worry. I will explain her role more fully in Sam’s introduction.

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When it came down to it, the single most important choice of Dean’s life, he couldn’t do it.

“Dad said I might have to kill you, Sammy.”

But he never did.

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So guard your entire body, especially seven parts of it. For verily Hell has seven gates, through each of which a particular group is destined to enter. The only ones designated to enter these gates are those who disobeyed Allah by means of these parts, which are: the eye, the ear, the tongue, the stomach, the private part, the hand, and the foot.
—  (via the-fault-in-our-iman)

The Moth wings curl around the sides of his neck reach down and almost touch at his collarbone. His charming smile promises a good time and delicious highs. Sebastian Yorke is a study of bad decisions of taking the wrong road with a tune and lack of regret. Gone was the boy with hopes of saving the world. He’s not kneeling for absolution, but for pleasure instead. 

Happy Go Sucky Fucky by Die Antwoord

We live the life we love | We love the life we live | I do what I wanna do sweetheart | That’s my prerogative | 

Blockbuster Night Part 1 by Run the Jewels

The gates of hell are pugnaciously pacin’, waitin’ | I give a fuck if I’m late, tell Satan be patient |

Scumbag by Bro Safari

When I die fuck it I wanna go to hell | Cuz I’m a piece of a shit it ain’t hard to fucking tell

Linkin Park - When They Come For Me

I’m not a criminal, not a role model | Not a born leader, I’m a tough act to follow | I am not the fortune and the fame |

G-Eazy - I Mean It

If I say that shit then I mean it | She calls me, I screen it | I’m only fuckin’ if it’s convenient | Listen, I’m tellin’ you, it’s my world, I does what I wish to | If you’re mad well too bad, sounds like a personal issue

SPIRITS OF VENGEANCE #3 (OF 5)

VICTOR GISCHLER (W) • DAVID BALDEON (A)
Cover by DAN MORA
Phoenix Variant Cover by FRANCESCO MATTINA
WAR AT THE GATES OF HELL Part 3
The Covenant, an ancient summit between the forces of Heaven and Hell, draws near, and the tensions between both factions are at an all-time high. When the grandest betrayal in history is weaponized, only Ghost Rider, Blade, Hellstorm, and Satana are in a position to stop it!
32 PGS./Rated T+ …$3.99

How to scare a digital artist.

You’re at your computer in the dead of night, blasting music into your ears while finishing your latest project. Your digital art application fills your whole screen while you scribble away diligently on your tablet. Suddenly your headphones cutout and whatever audio you were listening too goes silent. You check the headphone cord and audio source and they both seem fine. You try to go back to drawing but you can’t focus, your mind is scattered. You stretch out to help yourself relax but out the corner of your eye you see a figure.

You turn around.

Nothing.

You tell yourself your just exhausted, to many all-nighters, and go back to work.
About five minutes later you hear it.

Breathing.
Filtered and contained, as if from behind a mask.

You whip around again and are once again greeted by nothing but darkness. You tell yourself your just imagining things, but your not so sure.
You’re beginning to panic.
Calm down.
You close your eyes. Just breath.
Just calm down.
Calm down.
Calm.

You open your eyes.

It’s there.

Right next to you.

You can hear it’s clammy breathing again.
The darkness itself seems to drip off this being.
You can’t move.
It opens an orifice in its head that could barely be classified as a mouth. It’s jaws seem to part the way to the gates of hell itself, beckoning you in. Your mind feels as if it was splitting open, a migraine symphony with a terrible screeching chorus. You want to clutch your head but you can’t, you arms won’t move.

And just like that.

Silence.

Two words emit from the being.

Two words pierce the dead air.

It says,

W̭̫̰̗̮̘ͨ̽̂̕ ̰ͩ̊. R̘̯͚̹̺̠͈̀̉̒ͪ̈̚. ̧̰͗̆́́̌O̢̱̤̤̱̪̲͒̓̽͂ ̟͕͚̳͇̟̭̈̃͠. Ǹ̨͓͓̳̭ ̻̤͔͕̙͌. G̟̥̦̻̪̞̺̐͞ ̢͖̗͈̫̗̹̥̉ͪ̈́̓̃ͭ̚ ̦̏̎̀̅ ̳͉̲̘̻̌̐̆ͫ̑ͩ̈́.


L̶̠ ̣ͨ́̓̋̅. A͍͓̜̱̍̌́. ̤͖̜̺ͩͨ͒͑ͩ̚͡ͅY̭̯̣̝̗̤̻͒̿̀̈̌͗̃ ̥̯͂̊̒͑ͯ̿͢. E̜̯̟͚̱̦͍̎̓̌ͯ ̼̠̣͈̓̀͞. R̂̕.


You wake up in a cold sweat.

“After the fifth time Anna’s jaw fell open, Elsa lightly pushed it back up with the hand that was still held down by Anna’s own one.”
Hell’s Gate chapter 3 – by Invisibly Gone
Every time you come out with a new chapter I’m on that wagon of fanart ok.

I was reading till I came across this part ;A; I couldn’t resist to doodle..

Through the Gates of Hell- Part 1

Summary: Set in season 2. Reader is with Sam and Dean after an encounter with a demon. The brothers soon learn that this is not an ordinary case, and that Y/N and Sam have a few important things in common, connecting them and sending the three of them on a mission to protect themselves.

Word Count: 2164

Warnings: Mentions of previous mild violence

A/N: So, I took the day off from requests, because I had this in my head. Not sure how long it’s going to be, but it will be in parts, and I promise to keep working on your requests in the meantime. Love you guys! XOXO

“No couch.” Sam dropped the motel key onto the one table and looked at the two small beds.

“I’ll take the floor,” you offered.

“That’s ridiculous. You are in no condition to sleep on a hard floor that’s full of diseases. Sam will take a bed, and you and I will just share the other.” Dean said.

You were too tired to argue.

“Fine. I’m going to take a shower,” you replied tonelessly.

Sam squeezed your shoulder comfortingly. “I’m going to order food. Do you need or want anything else?”

You shook your head and walked to the bathroom.

A zombie stared back at you from the bathroom mirror. Those dark circles underneath those dead eyes didn’t belong to you, did they? You looked down, not wanting to see the lack of emotion in your face.

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Like when you said
you hoped I wasn’t afraid
of the dark, and I said
not if I’m with you. Because

we are made of more
than light; our shadows
give us depth and contrast.
And while the world

celebrates more superficial
happinesses, we relish
an existential ray
of sunlight on our souls.

Because I know that we
together are something greater
than the sum of our parts –
and if even we were driving

through the very gates of hell,
if I were with you,
I’d still feel pretty okay.

© 2014 by Jennifer R.R. Mueller

Okay, I have a headache but I’m gonna ramble and meta, and blarg…

So, we talk a lot about this idea the when Carver took over from Gamble he had a clear three act plan, but that’s been accordioned out because the show keeps getting renewed. After last night I firmly believe that to be true.

Carver took a bold move going into season 8 by giving us a one year time jump. When we got into that season we had a Dean that was hardened from losing someone he loved and a year of living as a pure killer; then we had Sam who had sinned by not looking for Dean. We set up themes then of breaking down or reworking their codependency, but they continued to fall into that cycle. Sam took on closing the gates of hell, in part to atone for the sin of disappointing his brother.

I think if 8 had been the last season we might have ended with Sam dead, hellgates closed and Dean and Cas together.But the series got renewed for Season 9, and so they had to stretch it out and explore things. I think the idea was to slowly take Dean and Sam to extremes of where they were at the top of season 8 and we’re finally seeing that play out now. What we have is a very, very dark Dean whose darkness scares and alienates his brother, and a Sam who is screwing up and needs to atone. It took a while, but finally Sam has done something that Dean can legitimately be mad about (just as Sam was legitimately mad at Dean for Gadreel). Going into season 11, Sam is going to have a lot to atone for. hell, he could be still doing bad things as the season progresses.

I say all this because three episodes ago Metatron found the demon tablet. And I think the series, or maybe this arc, will end with the closing of the gates of hell successfully. And it will probably be Sam that does this, again out of a sense that he needs to atone. Especially if Sam uses the book to cure Dean and releases some sort of biblical damnation on the world.

So, yeah. That’s a long way of saying, I see why we got here and I can see where they may be going. Season 11 is going to be interesting.

anonymous asked:

What does the Latin on your heading mean?

It’s actually Italian! It comes from Dante Alighieri’s Divina Commedia from the fourteenth century. The words “Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate” mean “Abandon all hope, you who enter [here]” and are part of what’s written over the gate of Hell. Here’s the passage itself:

“Through me the way into the city of woe,
Through me the way to eternal pain,
Through me the way among the people lost.
Justice moved my High Maker;
Divine power made me,
Wisdom supreme and primal love.
Before me nothing was created
If not eternal, and eternal I endure.
Abandon all hope, you who enter.”

These words, in sombre colour,
I saw written on the arch of a gate.
(Inferno, Canto III, ll. 1-11)

Chilling!