#119chickenshell

*got this off insta because I couldn’t find it on their tumblr, I just really liked this prompt*

Day 1

If god was a woman, then of course the devil was too. How to describe her? Well, her eyes were a dark brown that when tested would smolder and light with a fiery passion not many had. That’s what I saw originally, before the fear of where I was set in. Hell was desolate place, the only comfort was the screams of agony from a far off distance. All around me were black shards of obsidian, the only break in the landscape was bursts of fire from the ground every now and then. If I gazed to far into the distance my vision became slightly fuzzy, and I couldn’t make out what was next. However when I looked in one direction it was clear, and all I could see was dark mountains in the distance.

After a few moments more people began to appear beside me; collectively I thought we made a couple thousand. I wasn’t quite sure what to call how they became next to me, they were an indistinct shadow at first. Then as time went on (what was it? Hours, minutes?) they slowly began to take form, and color. It was almost like they were fazing next to me. As they did they seemed to be from all different walks of life the only similar thing between us all was they seemed just as confused and terrified as I did. A few were whimpering nonsense, such as ‘make them go away’ or ‘it’s getting too hot’.

I wasn’t quite sure what we were waiting for, or where we were exactly, but I did remember one thing. There was another place besides this one, my home. It didn’t have the bleak surroundings this one did, instead vibrant senses and happier people. Something was wrong with my memory, I knew I was missing something but I had no clue what it was. This kept my busy for however long we had been standing there, and eventually a woman appeared.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, this woman had the most beautiful soul I had ever seen. I hadn’t ever thought as brown eyes to be captivating, but hers held me in a gaze unlike any other. It was if she was searching my soul, as if she saw me for exactly who I was, flaws and all. I was falling into those eyes, and suddenly they took a turn I wasn’t expecting. The safe, alluring feeling I had been slowly becoming trapped in switched to something more sinister. I felt like I was standing naked before her, and not in the way I’d like, rather as if I was lying on a surgical table as she cut me open. Memories that had to have been mine flooded through my mind before quickly abrupting. I had apparently fallen to my knees during this time, and I placed a hand to steady me for a moment. There was a slight ringing in my ears and my vision was dark as I gasped for air. My body seized and the land underneath me seemed to pitch. After a while everything seemed to steady. When I no longer felt nauseous, I carefully stood. My knees were weak, and I could feel they’d been cut by the obsidian floor, but not seriously. The only other part of my body that was bleeding seemed to be my nose. I tried to clean it with my sleeve as I looked around, but all the others were still on their knees with varying degrees of pain and stress.

The woman was watching them with what I’d describe as a bored and unimpressed demeanor. For whatever reason her eyes seemed less captivating now, enough for me to focus on the rest of her. A dark complexion, hair up in an Afro with two horns just poking out of it, simple black jeans and plaid shirt, and bright red lipstick. I was starting to remember only bits and pieces of my life, but I knew without a doubt she was the most gorgeous being I had ever seen. The woman on the other hand seemed to have finally noticed me, and her brow furrowed. She seemed confused for whatever reason. I knew I was probably clearly drooling over her with a stupid lovestruck expression, so there was no way I could mess it up even worse right?

“So uh, you come here often? Or are you a first timer like me?” I asked with an awkward smile. She looked unamused, and I mouthed ‘okay’ while slightly rocking on my heels and swinging my arms back then bringing them together, one as a fist and the other flat.

“I’m the Devil, I live here.” She replied with an icy tone enough to cool her surroundings a few degrees.

I opened my mouth to reply, but was cut off by a man near by. He was in a business suit in a style I couldn’t quite recognize. The man was sobbing on his knees, and crawling towards the woman.

“Oh god… please… don’t do this… I’ll give you whatever you want… money, power, anything!” He was dragging himself to her, but something was off. When I had fallen to the ground my knees were all cut and bloodied, as he drug himself through the obsidian shards his suit and body stayed in perfect condition.

She glanced at him and simply said, “Wrath, and Lust.”

He disappeared a second later into mist with a shriek of fear. Everything fell into place rather quickly as the woman began to walk to each person whispering one, though occasionally two or three, deadly sins. Each person disappeared into mist until it was only us two.

“What’s your deadly sin? By the looks of it I’m hoping for lust.” I grinned, in another soon to be failed attempt at flirting with her.

She started at me in silence, and I wasn’t sure what to do, so I did the first thing that came to mind.

I made finger guns at her, “get it? It’s because you’re hot.”

She rolled her eyes and let out a long sigh before finally speaking, “Of course I’m hot, were in hell. Though I have no idea why you’re here in all honesty. I can’t identify a single dominant sin in you. Which means you either have all 7 in you or none of them. Based on what’s in your personal hell I’m assuming the latter. Which begs the question of how you got here.”

I pretended to be thoughtful for a moment before in full seriousness, “I know why.”

She glanced at me suspiciously before I continued with, “I don’t know if you know this but I have a rare condition that’s quite serious. It’s called cyroaudiovascularmalexia. Basically if I don’t get enough blood flow to my ears they will slowly freeze and fall off, and it will spread to my inner ear and brain. There’s no cure except one. I need to constantly warm my ears and the only material soft enough in the inner thighs of the most beautiful and thick girl. I’ve searched in the living and dead, the only girl beautiful and thick enough is you. I came to hell to find you. I need you to sit out my face for medical reasons.”

During my little speech she grew more and more impatient and irritated with me. However I didn’t memorize that long ass paragraph to falter now. If I was going to be stuck in hell for the rest of my life, I might as well make myself at home.

“What is wrong with you? That’s not a real disease! I just don’t understand-“ she let out an irritated growl and her eyes began to smoulder- literally smoulder-, “Am I not terrifying to you?”

I paused, “No particularly, like I know you could probably kill me, well again, but-“

She waved her hand, “No, no, what do I look like to you, mortal?”

“Uh, hot?”

“Oh for the love of-“ she paused as if realizing something, “You’re not what the mortals call a ‘monster fucker’ are you?”

I blinked for a moment, caught off guard by her statement before finally shaking my head, “No, but I guess I could be for you…?”

“What do I look like to you then? A demon? A mortal? A void?” She asked, pacing around me.

“No, none of those… you have brown eyes, dark skin, human I guess,” I didn’t move, for whatever reason I had a feeling to let her size me up.

“Interesting. Only a handful of beings see me that way.” She seemed to be talking to herself at that point, “but what to do? You can’t be punished if you don’t have a dominant sin, but I can’t leave you here to wander around and escape into the living. Dad won’t take you if he’s sent you here, which leaves only one option. The cellar.”

At this I turned to look at her, as she had stopped directly behind me, “The cellar is where you keep your bondage toys then, yes? I prefer to wait for M/S and bondage on the third date but who am I to say no?”

She gave me a blank expression before finally saying, “I hate you more than anyone I’ve ever met. And that includes everyone down here.”

She snapped and I felt my vision grow dark.

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Day 2:

I woke up cold and sore. I groaned as I sat up off whatever hard surface I was laying on, and rubbed my eyes. When I was fully awake I realized I was sitting in a simple stone jail cell with nothing but wall, floor, ceiling, and bars, while a man sat on the other side of them. He, or should I say she? I wasn’t sure their sex, yet that was the most distinct thing about them. Their eyes, hair, and skin seemed to change in the corner of my eye and when I looked directly at them I saw a different person each time, but when I looked away I forgot what I had just seen. All I knew was that they were gorgeous.

“Oh good you’re awake. Yeah, I get that look a lot; the look you’re giving me.” They said standing, and their voice was just as indeterminate as the rest of them “I don’t care about pronouns you use, everyone settles with the pronouns they wish I was. Personally? I’m fluid.”

I remained silent, unsure of who they were or where I was.

They glanced at me before cracking a smile, “Sorry, I should introduce myself. I’m Lust. You’ve already met my boss, quite a character I’d say. Anyways, why am I here? Simple, really, I want to see where your efforts lead you.”

I finally stood and made my way over to the bars, “What do you mean?”

Lust flashed me a smile before continuing, “You were flirting with death. Dancing with the devil. No mortal has tried it before. You’re different, and it could be your heritage or outlook on life. Regardless, like any other employee I’d love to pull a prank on my boss.”

“I’m listening,” a slow smile began to spread across my face as Lust began to explain.

“It’s usually Greed or Pride that do wagers, but hell I’d love to make one with you. The devil is known for being incapable of love. I’ll bet you your soul that you can’t make Satan fall for you. If you fail your soul is mine, if you win… well the ruler of hell is your sugar daddy.” Lust chuckled at the thought while shaking their head.

“What if I refuse?” I asked, the chill of the cell seemed seeping into my bones quicker than before as I spoke.

“Then I leave you here for your soul to rot.” Lust replied off handedly, as if they had suddenly lost interest.

“Uh, deal I guess?” I shrugged, better that then eternal boredom.

Lust’s eyes flashed white, “It is done.”

The cell’s bars dissolved in front of me, and I took a few steps out to fully stretch my legs as Lust explained the basics, “You have a hundred years to woo the Devil. Here’s a watch to keep mortal time. Also, from now on you can’t be trapped in this castle, or disabled in any way. Eh, sort of like you mortals group chats. Congrats, you’ve been promoted to admin. But I hope you’re rather determined to romance the living hell out of Satan, or I get your soul.”

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Link for rest of developing story: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TSjT8Stb2FHHLlMWf9oeAwfGqabG7CsU3ZW6GpoksIw

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