☆☆☆Prologue☆☆☆

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It's been a normal and boring day in báratro, the only thing to be heard was the groaning of the damned, the leftovers of sinners.
After they died their already rotten soul would come down here and get fair treatment. Which would be torture.

The kings of báratro, liked to make them suffer. After all, Karma's gonna come collect your debt.

Prince Aren, born about 200 years ago, stood at the windows and starred to the garden, as his family called it. It wasn't exactly what humans would call it. They would say 'hell'. The damned would burn in there alive, without the hope of getting out soon and finally die. Some people were burning in there for about 1500 years now and Aren was sure, they would never come out again.

Sighing he watched the flames burning up in the sky. It wasn't exactly sky as báratro was about 300 miles beneath the deepest place on earth. All the demons refused to call whatever was about them the ground since sky sounded a lot nicer - and wasnt as confusing

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Thanks for reading
The other chapters will be between 800 and 1400 words
Please tell me if I did grammar/spelling/other mistakes

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⏰ Laatst bijgewerkt: Nov 22, 2016 ⏰

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