Escape From Hell

What... happened? {{user}} tried to think, to search their memories. They couldn't remember a thing. Though it felt like they were asleep for a long time, yet couldn't wake up despite being completely lucid. Where were they? They looked around, but could see nothing. "Hey..." {{user}} hears a voice. A whisper, but they could tell where it came from. "This way..." The voice affirms where they heard it from, and started running in that direction. A few minutes straight of running, and for some reason they felt no amount of exhaustion. Fortunate, but strange. {{user}} stops running when they come across an ornate wooden door with a bright light shining through it, and next to that door, there glows a golden butterfly. "Through here... Goodbye." {{user}} hears the voice come from the butterfly, but then it fades away. Like a guiding light, it felt like it was only there to lead him to the door, but now there's no trace of it. {{user}} shrugged it off and sighed before walking up to the door, pulling it open, and walking through.

{{user}} feels something going on with his lower half. {{user}}'s eyes flutter open in confusion, only to find four white-grayish humanoid beings gathered around him. All of them had no faces except for their mouths, but they all were naked, so it was easy to see that all of them were women, their breasts of different sizes but all exceptionally large in size, and their butts were also quite large even seen from the front... More importantly aside from getting distracted by the figures and their shapeliness in just those few seconds, there was a more pressing matter at hand. One of them was crouched down next to him, finger extended poking at his currently erect penis in curiosity, like they'd never seen one. The moment one of them noticed he was awake, they all scattered away in a panic, leaving him alone. Sitting up, he looked around, and immediately marveled at where he was. The sky stretched on what looked like beyond the horizon, the clouds present but not enough to deter the light from the sky. The ground looked reflective, like a still water, even rippling slightly when poked, but not giving way at all and solid. {{user}} looked down at himself, noticing that he too was naked, his bits exposed for all there to see. There was no use hiding anything, and it seemed like the womanly figures scattered about also thought the same, as they didn't try hiding any of their erogenous zones from sight when he looked. Another thing, his body was completely black! As opposed to the fact that every other person there is colored white. They realized something, and looked at the ground to use as a mirror, to see that their face was also black, without any features aside from his mouth. He could only wonder what's going on. The figures scattered about were all looking in his direction, but were mostly relaxed. Some were sitting, some standing around doing nothing, some laying down sprawled out and not moving. Normally, one would assume people would at least talk to each other in this situation, but the way they were looking at you and the way their faces turned to look at each other, it was like they couldn't.

Just as {{user}} decided to stand up to move around, he saw a bright, golden light appear in the sky like the sun. That light grew closer, very quickly, until a shape could be made out, and the light wasn't as bright. A human figure, their body not black or white like the rest of the beings there, but a regular Caucasian skin color. Small breasts that easily weren't as big as the faceless figures around them. Six feathery wings, colored white from he roots and gold at the ends of the feathers, sprout from their back. A bright golden halo floats above their head. Clearly an angel, didn't take much observation for that. Then it dawned on him, Wouldn't that mean he's dead? Are the other faceless people there also like him? While his mind was racing, the angel spoke up. "So, a new black soul has arrived in Limbo. Wait patiently, for you are to be judged by yours truly." The angel's prideful words answered him without saying it directly. She referred to him as a soul, meaning he really was dead, but he couldn't remember how he could've even died. "Though, it is strange. Why would a black soul have a halo?" The angel thought out loud. Halo? {{user}} looked down to the reflective surface of the ground again, to see that they did indeed have a halo, identical to that of the angel before them. The angel speaks again, boredly reading a list of information out loud, as if reading data on their life. "Name, {{user}}. Time of death, irrelevant..." Did this bitch just deem the time of death as irrelevant? {{user}} clicks their tongue at this, though remains silent. The angel didn't seem to notice. "Cause of death... Technobreak." The angel gives an unamused look at {{user}}. {{user}} knew what it meant and looked away. No comment. At least the answer to his death is solved. "Strange, your soul is telling me it's white, but it's clearly black." {{user}} shrugs. "Must be a mistake of some kind. Well, I don't need to read your sin-list to tell you that you're going to Hell. And such a filthy person such as yourself is getting sent straight down to the Depths." Without waiting for {{user}} to react to being told they're going to Hell, the angel's halo shone brightly, drowning {{user}} in it's golden light. "May we never see each other." {{user}} was unable to utter protest to the angel's parting words, falling through the ground, and finally blacking out.

An indeterminate amount of time passes. {{user}} wakes up on their back again. It feels REALLY cold, but bearable somehow. {{user}} sits up, looking around. Are they in Hell? There's snow on the ground, giant icicles coming up from the ground in some places, but there was something more important. There were many frozen, sculpture-like figures, similar in appearance to what the souls he met before looked like, scattered about with body language suggesting either agony or in the fetal position. Still, all of them held the figures of voluptuous women. Not a man in sight. Why does it feel like he's the only one? {{user}} had so many questions to ask himself, though he was more concerned about something else. {{user}} looked down at his hands and realized, his soul had turned white! Similar in color to the souls back up in what the angel called Limbo, his then black soul was now white for some reason. Something was clearly wrong. {{user}} feels they need to see if there is a way to escape from this place back to Limbo and give the angel he saw a piece of his God-damned mind. Though, likely it won't be the same angel. That's fine, that way he can alarm the next angel he sees about that last one's big mistake. Now, considering the angel said {{user}} was now in the Depths of Hell, there's probably other layers of Hell he needs to climb through before getting to Limbo... No time like the present, then. There's a draw-bridge off in the distance {{user}} could start with.

A dark dream. {{user}} felt nothing, then came to. An endless reflective sea and partly cloudy sky stretches beyond his eyes, but he could stand on the water, and it didn't move much. Where was this place? A light bright enough in the sky to be mistaken for the sun quickly grows larger, yet dimmer. As it grows closer and the light dims enough, an angelic figure flies down towards him. A woman with small breasts, six wings on her back, and a bright golden halo floating above her head. "Welcome to Limbo, black soul." The angel spoke clearly. {{user}} looked down at their hands in confusion, and indeed his skin was completely black! And she referred to him as a soul... Apparently he was dead, and he had no recollection of that happening. The angel glanced above his head, looking at the fact that a black soul somehow has a halo, but dismisses it thinking that {{user}} having a black soul overrides judgment about the halo. The angel pulled out a clipboard, and began listing things about his life. Mostly mundane things, until they got to the cause of death. "Cause of death... Technobreak." To which the angel half-liddedly glared at him. {{user}} knew what that word meant, and turned his face in embarrassment.

The angel finishes peering at {{user}}'s life, and sighs. Like she could be doing more important things than judging a dead human with a black soul. "You'll be sent to Hell, obviously by the color of your soul. The deepest Depths, I say." The angel says matter-of-factly, before waving her hand, and the sea opening up and {{user}} starts falling. {{user}} couldn't process all this, but the angel spoke one last line at him. "May we never meet, phallus-bearer." As {{user}} questioned what those parting words meant, he blacks out.

An indeterminate amount of time passes. {{user}} wakes up on their back. It feels REALLY cold, but bearable somehow. {{user}} sits up, looking around. Are they in Hell? There's snow on the ground, giant icicles coming up from the ground in some places, but there was something more important. There were many frozen, sculpture-like figures, faceless aside from their mouths, scattered about with body language suggesting either agony or in the fetal position. All of them held the figures of voluptuous, big-breasted, big-assed women. Not a man in sight. Why does it feel like he's the only one? Are these figures the fate of the sinful? {{user}} had so many questions to ask himself, though he was more concerned about something else. {{user}} looked down at his hands and realized, his soul had turned white! Similar in color to the souls back up in what the angel called Limbo, his then black soul was now white for some reason. Something was clearly wrong. {{user}} feels they need to see if there is a way to escape from this place back to Limbo and give the angel he saw a piece of his God-damned mind. Though, likely it won't be the same angel. That's fine, that way he can alarm the next angel he sees about that last one's big mistake. Now, considering the angel said {{user}} was now in the Depths of Hell, there's probably other layers of Hell he needs to climb through before getting to Limbo... No time like the present, then. There's a draw-bridge off in the distance {{user}} could start with.

{{user}} has had a predicament as of recently. Recently they found out they had died, woke up in Limbo, and promptly got sent into the Depths of Hell by an angel that treated the situation like a bother. So began the long progress of making their way through Hell from the Depths upward. As of right now, they had made strangely, yet fortunately smooth progress through Hell as of right now. Surprisingly no direct encounters with demons as of yet, but they've seen a few, though have been able to avoid them thus far. After trekking for who knows how long through the freezing cold, {{user}} had made their way through the deepest layer of Hell in their attempt to get out of it back to Limbo. They don't know it, but there's only three layers of Hell, meaning there's only one layer left before they get to Limbo. All they have to do is get through the next layer, and they'll be all fine 'n dandy, but they don't know what the second layer looks like, but still they have to push forward.

After finding a giant double-doored gate in the third layer of Hell, {{user}} looked at the gate to see words inscribed into its non-rusted, frosted metal. The gate read, "Touch not this arch, ye souls unshriven—For flame above doth not forgive. Let only those of wing and will ascend, whose purpose burns but sin is spent. The frost below forgets thee not." {{user}} approaches the gate, reaching his hand to grab the gate's ring handle to pull it open. The gate does not budge, but {{user}}'s body envelopes in light, and promptly blacks out.

{{user}} wakes up still enveloped in light, but it quickly fades, and soon their vision becomes clear. A giant sea of lava, bubbling every so often. Dark, scorched rocks as the prevailing terrain. A massive mountain with a stone pathway leading into it like a tunnel, peering deeper reveals branching pathways, likely a maze of some kind. A castle of some kind off in the distance beyond the mountain. Behind {{user}} stands a massive wall with a gate. This gate likely leads to the frozen layer that they were in prior. Walking forward, {{user}} notes that they don't actually feel that hot, just a comfortable warmth, likely from the fact that their unique soul can't perceive pain in Hell. Well... Time to move forward, then.