Chapter 2- First Ring Of Hell

"Is this... heaven?" You muttered with glossy eyes, before realizing something. Why on any earth would you be in heaven?
"Huh, I was imagining hell to have more... fire." You said as you sat up and looked around cautiously. The moment you took in air, the scent of various types of blood filled your lungs, and your eyes widen.

'New, and old... so much blood...' You shivered with an emotion you can't figure out, and you wiped the saliva that was drooling down from your face. You moved your other hand a little as to make you sure this was real, then felt fabric brush against it.

You looked down too see a faded teal backpack that was similar to your old college bag that you decided to use as one of your inventions. Curious, you pulled it close to you. and opened it to see it had your "toys" in it. The blades, the lighters, your metallic gloves, and even some small tools and inventions you created way back then.

"Hello my beauties, why are we here? Did the afterlife got tired of me already? Or was God scared of me?" You asked your bag, but of course, nothing replied. Catching the glint from a blade, you lifted up a knife and saw your reflection.

"I look... so much younger," That was weird, you look like you were back in your 20s, when you were in your 40s before you died. Strange.
"I look like I could be in my first year of college," You shrugged it off and decided to look around and... well.

To say that this town was in deep shit was a understatement.

Houses crushed, blood everywhere, screaming, steam all over, and... giant naked humans?
"Eh?" You tilted your head as you looked up to see a giant human standing over you, staring at you with its blank eyes.

'I wonder...' You thought as you placed your hands on your hips and looked at it.
"Are you a demon? Which ring of hell is this?" You said at the creature, and it said nothing. But in a flash, it lunge at you.

You didn't react as it wrapped it's giant hands around your waist, and lifted you up from the ground, and its mouth started to open.
"So you're going to eat me, huh?" You told it, something malicious swirling in your eyes as you felt your bag open, and you grabbed a hunting knife.

"Your blood will look good outside of your body" In such speed, you quickly cut its hand for it to let you go, and it did. You landed on a roof and watched it trying to reach you with the other hand.
'If I am in hell, I might as well show these demons what I'm capable of,' You jumped back into the demon and sliced the other hand off, remembering where the vitals are and slicing through.

The demon now had no hands, making you hum in satisfaction, turning to run away from it so you could take this whole situation in.
"That'll show them," You said, and shiver again as you saw another body being eaten by another demon. It saw you and made its way to you, and you raised your knife up ready to strike again.

But then blood splattered behind it and it collapsed, making you lower your knife and saw a boy in some kind of uniform wearing a thing around his waist. He had black hair and freckles splattered all over his face.
"Hey! Are you okay?!" He called out, jumping over to you and looking concern.

You just shrugged and slide your knife into your belt loop, just staring at him.
"Well... what's your name? What are you doing out here and not evacuating?" He asked more questions, making you take a step back at his presence.

"I'm someone. Now tell me, why is everything in flames?" You calmly asked as a giant creature fell over next to you as another soldier sliced its neck.
"Marco! Take the civilian out of here! Why are you even out here?!" The boy asked angrily. You stared up at him, and tilted your head.

His hair was two toned, he wore the same uniform as freckles, and his face was giving you a vibe of... a horse.

And god dammit you fucking love horses.

"Don't worry about me, I'll die soon," You bluntly said with a small wave, turning to walk into the mess of the demons.
"H-hey!" A hand grabbed your forearm and you turn to see freckles with a mortified and shocked look on his face. You felt your bag move, like something was inside it, but you shimmied your shoulder to make it stop.
"W-why are you going out there?! And what do you mean die soon?!" He said in shock and disbelief, with fear thrown in.

"I'm pretty sure I'm already dead and this is hell, you two are imps, and those giant creatures are demons," You simply muttered, taking your hand back and walking towards the chaos that was in front of you.
"Wait! You can't go out there!" Freckles called out, trying to run after you as you grabbed your bag any ran off.

"Marco, we can't risk it for one person," Two tone haired boy grabbed Marco's shoulder to stop him.
"But Jean-"
"I'm sorry, but we need to finish killing these Titans off and we need to get back to HQ," Jean sternly said. Marco took one more look at you, watching you hop over a chuck of building.

"O-okay..."

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You crouched and slid under a broken house, eyeing a demon as it continued to walk pass.
"Stupid demons," You hissed, climbing out of your hiding spot and taking a deep breath.
"Those boys seemed awfully young, are they part of the American military?" You wondered.

"Doesn't matter now," You slung your backpack in front of your and held it in your arms.
"Alright, let's see the gifts satan gave me," You said, opening your bag and looking in, continuing to walk.
"Electrified glove, rcxd drone, hunting knives, scalpel and tubes? Tracker? That's new. Uhhh...." You trailed off, still digging through your bag for things, stopping when you felt something hit your boot, looking down to see...

The bottom half of a body.

Any rational and normal person would freak out and scream, but like I said, you were not normal at all. And you simply crouched down to inspect it.
"It was bitten by one of those demons, and it's wearing something strange," You reached your hand out and touched the metallic surface and leather straps around the legs.

"Freckles and Two tone had these on two, it's how they get around, maybe if I could," You reached to the belt and unlooped the waist bands. It unhooked from the body and you inspect it.
"Piston shooting grappling hooks on the side, hand grips with a lever that can possibly eject the hooks. It seems to be powered by gas with two tanks that can propel someone into the air," You said with curious eyes looking at every angle of it.

"Blades too... they look like oversized box cutters," You hummed and took a moment of silence, then putting it on around your waist.
"Maybe I could be able to see hell better with this," You said and held onto the blade grips, squeezing a the trigger and one of the grappling hooks shot out and hit near a rooftop.

You did a little 'woah', then shot the other hook, in which it pulled you forward.
You quickly reacted and landed on your feet onto the roof, scraping your shoulder slightly as it hit a part of the roof.
"Such simple, yet fascinating mechanical movements." You muttered, a sparkle in your eyes as you then continued to swing around, from house to house.

"Maybe I could get over those walls I could see what ring of hell this is," You guessed, but then slowed down a little as you felt a shock through your body. You tripped by a roof tile and landed onto the ground again, scraping your body and ruffing you up. You groan, not in pain, but by urges.

The smell. The damn smell of blood was too much for you, so much types of blood, so much bodies, and so much hunger filling your body.

"I need to eat,"
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