~{Welcome To Hell}~

Sifting her hands through the white sand, she gazed up at the bright sun showing through her silky, black, nightgown. Running her other hand through her dark raven hair, which spooned her waist as she lay on the beach, complimented with her home jungles behind her, beyond the sand of the beach, she would see a seagull fly by occasionally. Now and then the cool salty breeze would wash aganist her skin, though she would only be able to feel the dull sadness of the memory of what it would feel like… Continue

Jessica has been hospitalized and is in critical condition. This is Mike, her brother. I was given the password and account information to inform you of her situation and as to why she has been missing from "action."

Due to her insomnia and her forceful sleep deprivation, her body has suffered a critical failure. Jessica is in a very weak state in the ICU at the moment, there will be updates as to her progress. This is a serious condition as she could have died if her nephew had not known the n… Continue

Smiling, Hell brushed away leaves and vegitation of the jungle, sweeping her way back to her home. The wind blew across her face, sweeping her snow white hair back in the wind, some strands tugging at branches, but she didn't mind as she skipped home, having picked some berries, then harvesting some herbs. As Hell neared the clearing to her home, deep in the jungle with her sisters, her young form, being only twelve at the time, hiding in the bushes, she saw her friend Ryen, who she knew was hel… Continue

Hell stood on the balcony of her new noble house, her family downstairs discussing something of obvious importance, otherwise the guests would not be here. Visits of pure heart never felt any longer in her family home, responsibility weighed on her shoulders, pulling her down to the bottom of oblivion, her mind travelled back into her past, her breathing growing panicked, her hand running over her womb, feeling the growing life of a child with an unkown life ahead of him. Worry creased her brow… Continue

Hell looked out at the water, wondering how such vastness could exist, but mostly wishing she could get on to dry land soon. Her long raven hair blew in the wind, the salt drifting into her eyes, causing them to tear up a bit. Yawning as she turned back, a slight hiccup threatening to escape her throat, she spotted the captain steering the ship, listening as he yelled for his crew to do this and that. Hell's garb was made of a simple maidens dress, topped with a corset. The dress she wore she ha… Continue