Holy Hell

Suffered in loss

Notes:
This story is dumb and idk where to start. Also, taking requests because I don't know what else to write. Good luck.

"The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning."
— Lamentations 5:15 (KJV)

There was no darkness around downcast, only blinding light as he felt himself sink deeper into the depths. It did not feel like he needed to breathe, or that he had lungs. In fact, it felt as if he had no interior organs at all.
He could only hear the subtle chanting of the angels, which slowly got more distant- as he fell slowly through what- presumably, is heaven. He felt himself get weaker, the water invading his lungs like a tidal wave. If there was no pain before, there definitely was now. The light thickened- changed, and became heavy.

.

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GASP!

He gasped for air, choking on water and spitting, and coughing as tears lidded his eyes. He sat up, puking water. The wind swept by- bringing an uncomfortable sudden coldness to the once warm body, leaving him searching for sun- to no avail. There was no sun. In fact, there was no sky at all. Just black.
"fuck-!" He choked out, voice raspy and ruined. He let out a final cough before slowly breathing.

He looked around, eyes burning with leftover water. He reached to rub his eyes- only to find empty space.
He began to slightly panic, his hands moving quickly around his face- searching for any sign of humanity.
He felt something soft.
A small, flower was placed in the middle of his face- but under it, was no eyes, no nose, just skin and a mouth.

He whimpered- crying out softly as he looked around through his.. uh, eyes...??
(No. Not eyes. What the fuck? I'm lost. Flower. Sure. Whatever... -writer)
He shakily stood- the ground under him sharp, like thousands of knives breaking skin under his foot.
He limped. Around him were building, quite a few actually. All had glowing signs, and.. oh... uh...
The streets were littered with blood, and bodies.
"What the FUCK!" He yelled loudly, eyes widening as he took in the massacre awaiting him.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE??" He cried out, backing away. He put his hands to his head- only to hear the jingling of jewelry and the feeling of cartilage. Hard, cartilage. He felt around, feeling horns.

"No, no no no! No!" He exclaimed, eyes darting around.. well- not eyes, but you understand. There were dripstones hanging, with what looked to be demons hanging- with spheres in their mouths. He breathed heavily, jerking around. He found a light spot- and, hoping it's earth- ran. He ran quickly, to the light. BAM. He was knocked back by an invisible force, in which took him back by around 6 feet. He stumbled, face first into the ground. His face was cut up, a lip bleeding.
He groaned.
"Well, shit, man." He sighed.
A small tap on the shoulder jolted him out of his thoughts. He spun around, and- POW! Slammed a fist directly into the man's face.

"AGH, OW!!... ow!!... ow, man... ow.. ahh... dude, why... ow..." the man cried out. He sat down slowly. "Dude, why did you do that.. that hurt, man..." he said slowly- as if the punch only hurt, and was not something he was scared of. Like it was regular.

Downcast slowly backed up. The man- noticing,
Paced towards him with quick formality. He grabbed Downcasts wrist, and forced him into a nearby alley. He slammed him against the wall.
Downcast was about to scream for help- but the man covered his mouth, leaving the noise muffled and quiet. Downcast was shaking.
"Oh, for the love of all that's holy- would you be quiet, sinner?!" The man said.

For the first time, downcast was able to get a good look at the man. Resting on the man's face, was a star. A shimmer. ✨ (like this emoji idk)
Robes rested easily and loosely on his bare white chest- skin like glass, and large angelic wings behind him. The man carried no face as well, leaving nothing but a mouth.
Downcast whimpered and shoved the man off.
"EXPLAIN!" He looked around, and- spotting a broken window, grabbed a shard and pointed it at the man. The man flinched and stepped a foot back, before coming closer and snatching the glass.
"Oh, quit it!...sigh... I am Highfall. I'm the leader of FAC-A."

"Oh." Downcast muttered. "What's, uh.. that..??"

"Faculty for Anomalous Capture."

"...what's the extra a for"

"SHUT UP SINNER!" Highfall yelled.

"Woah, woah, ok! OK!" He stuttered, backing into the wall. Highfall took a breath.

"I'm here because you, are new here as I presume?"
Highfall stated, not offering any more explanation.

"Where exactly is here? Because I'm, uh, a little lost." Downcast went to twirl his hair.. but- he doesn't have hair. Fuck.
Highfall looked at him like he had killed his grandma right in front of him.
"Hell."
Well- that was blunt. Downcast froze.

"what."

(I'm sorry this is short, I have to get out of the fucking bath or something. Idk, man. I'll write more tmrw after I'm done animating the actual show instead of being a nerd and writing a stupid book.)
Ok, love urself, uh, bye!

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