Understand? No? That's why you need to read dis. Related to an Afterdeath AU. Why'd I say so? There're many AUs being created just to shows a ship. Onto the story

also. This story I think I've dreamed based on the chapter Hecktale by BlueNarwal8 . Lol. I KNOW IT'S BAD OK????
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Just one more step.... one more step.... on the air....

Falling.... keep falling.... it was too late to go back.....

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SLAM!!!!!

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- Look!! A dead body!!

- OH MY GOD!! SOMEONE CALL THE AMBULACE NOW!!!

- W-was they falled from that apartment??

- WE NEED TO GET HELP! NOW!!!

Hurt... it was hurt.... so bad.....

Tch.... whatever...

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I dont deserve to live...

- This defendant has commited the most serious crime: suicide. By jump off the 15 floors apartment down. My charge is done, sir. The end!! - The voice of prosecutor echoed

The whole lawsuit silent. Then whispers. I could heard some of what they were saying. They was just 15! - Another commit suicide? - Poor kid... Or stuff like that. I sighed.

I looked at him. The court of law. His face were covered all with a black fabric. And he wasnt hide his 2 horns on his head. And you ask where I was? Hell. The lawsuit in Hell.

- I see... - The court said. His voice, I could say, cold as ice. But also I could feel it was... warm. I was being ridiculous again - I, the god of Hell, sentece.... 1,000 years work in Hell.

Wait

what?

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oh well

- Life is worst anyway... isnt it... - I said, enough just for me to heard.

The lawsuit ended. No one said anything more. I followed the 2 little demons by the handcuffs. To the jail. The way to my jail is... well, full of jails. Some were empty, some were victims, crying, shaking, yelling, and laughing. I questioned the laughing ones. Oh well... it doesnt matter to me, right?

- I'm suprised - One of the demons said

- You think so? 1,000 years? Im gonna die in just 1/100 of it - I said, my voice mixed a little angry,but most of them were confused.

- How dumb you really are - The other one said - You've died. Spirits dont die. They're immortal.

- Then what are you suprise about? - I retorted

- What we're suprise here, spirit, is why he only traps you here for 1,000 years

- What do you mean by 'just'? What about other who suicided like me?

- They've being trapped for, at least, one million years, the worst is like forever. You're the first one he was being mercy to you.

My eye-sockets widened (At this part I noticed I was a skele. First time. Quite interesting). Then back to dull. Was I too young? Were he got any idea? Experiment on me? I wasnt know.

- Here is yours. Get in - The demon said. I wasnt even notice. I walked in. Small jail. A ragged bed. And a broom. That was all it was got.

- Uh... thanks? - I said

- We dont use "thanks" - Then they shut the door.

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At least, a bed to sleep is enough.

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All the victims were had their work depended on their crimes. Or not, was received various punishments, like put in boiling oils, or let a demon took all the organs out. I rather working. Sweep all the hallways in Hell and I was the only one done it. Just imagine only me swipe all the Hell, or, all the castle, not an easy work. But still much better than those who got punishments. Oh well...

I swiped near to a iron door when suddenly I heard a noise. Someone was angry in the room and tried to went away. Thank to my curiosity, I stand on my toes, tried to look through the bars on the door. 2 skeletons. One was wearing a black coat, had 2 horns on his head. One was wearing a red blanket or that was what I could saw, and a glitch covered his left eye. The red blanket one was trying to escape from the black coat but he ended up being pinned on the bed... oh f*ck.

Nope nope nope nope nope. I rather not interrupt them. I though and jumped down, continued swiping, surprised that I swiped faster than before.

Clank!

Oh

Thank you my clumsiness

I was swiped too fast that I accidentally hit the broom on the iron door.

Shoot

I could heard silent behind the door. Oh nope. I swiped even faster, but tried my best to careful not to made any mistakes again.

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I escaped.

What a wierd day.... I though

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I continued swiping through days and months. I don't know anymore. I don't know the time in Hell. All what I could got is: wakes up when the bells rang, sweeping the hallways, and go to bed when the bells rang again. From what I could got, spirits didn't eat, but they need sleep. A way to recover energy instead of eating. That was it.

And as always, I keep swiping and swiping. Kinda boring. But at least better than those... punishments. I said this twice. Dang it. The locks on my legs and arms keep clanking.

- Why, hello there.

A voice echoed behind me. My spines shivered. I know this voice. The court of law. Im doom.

He, himself, is, the god of Hell. I've heard him before. He... well, rules the Hell. My souls beated faster, and I could realized my fears is growing. What am I gonna do? Try to get away? Try to ignore? But he gonna kill me. The god of Hell had the power to makes anyone suffer by the pain, the sin he caused. An over-powered god. What am I gonna do?

- Ehem. Can you hear me?

Clearly, he was talking to me.

I took a deep breath, then tried to said calmest as I could. Nope, still got fear in it. My voice still shaking. Dang.

- Yes, I could hear you. I'm not deaf. And, hello sir.

Sir. I have to call him sir.

- Wow, you really are interesting. Not afraid of me? I could make you suffer with never ending pain.

Here we go again. I took a deep breath again, then said, not looking at him, my voice suddenly calm, not shaking, even I don't understand what got into me:

- I honestly don't know. Whatever the pain you will caused on me, my life's already a hell. And why don't you just continue your work, instead of talking to me, I may ask?

Ok, seriously, I hate myself. I was done a very stupid thing. Asked against the god. The rule in Hell was: not ask the god anything. Not even a single question. Great job me... great job...

He seemed surprised what I've said. I was just thought so. Then, a boney hand holds my wrist, and to my surprise, he turns me around, makes me had to look at his face. My soul was beating even faster. Fears and terrors takes over me, and me? I was freeze. Unable what to do. His eye-sockets was empty, no pupils, and I could say he really got his talent: death stares. His mouth.... he was grinning. An evilly grinning.

- Hmm... interesting. You really are. Not afraid of me. Unfortunately, only one person could do that to me, not you, kid. - He stopped a moment, then continue - You're the one who stalked me and him, right? Don't worry, I got a punishment for ya.

My stomach.... was... growling.... and when he let out my wrists, I stumbled on the floor, throws up. Blood. This feelings.... is so... hurt.... I can't t breath... I even puts my hands on the floor, tried to calm down as my fingers crawls on the floors, draws blood. The last thing I could remember before fainted away, and heard, was someone holded me up, and a voice:

- Get some rest, kid. You'll be fine.

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1276 words not counting the A/N (Author's Note). Yay

I KNOW IT'S BAD OK?????? MY GRAMMARS IS SUCKS AND I'VE WASTED 5 HOURS WORKING ON THIS!!!! so yea whatevs. bye.