Hell
Beelzebub's castle
Gabriella held onto her broadsword as she gazed at the horizon from her favorite spot in the castle, the balustraded terrace.
The view from the terrace was nothing much, just the overly rocky terrain that made up hell's topography, but when she stared farther, she was able to make out a tiny sliver of bright light she suspected came from heaven.
She spent all her past time in this spot, fantasizing about two things: how easier her life would be if she was in heaven, and killing the imposter version of herself.
Gabriella felt herself sweating although she couldn't see any sweat. Thanks to the fire pits Beelzebub used for his sadistic torture, his castle was always hot.
“Once we fully capture heaven, I'm leaving this hell hole.” Gabriella vowed.
Gabriella was
