Hell hath no wrath ( NPC/ Aison-) FP

[NPC]

I kept my distance while from afar I watched the tall slender figure move forward, her bare feet carrying her onward through the unwelcoming fiery depths where those who had once lived their lives full of hate and anger now reside. From here I could see her eyes in which held a concoction of daze and confusion, I knew that she new not what laid ahead of her unknown path and this knowledge stirred an overwhelming feeling of sorrow and pity within my own soul for this divine looking creature who's beauty took prominence in this wretched land.

I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer asking for forgiveness. In this moment of woe I had done the unforgivable, I had questioned the higher spirit for I, at this moment did not see a reason good enough for the young Alison Vermont's being here. All that I knew about this upcoming journey was this; Everything had a reason, a purpose so to say for it's very existence. Alison Vermont was no exception to this.

For years I had watched over this young soul, I had witnessed the change from a gentile young woman who had so much promise and good within her to a bitter, angry and saddened creature who's hatred towards others had blinded her path to righteousness. Alison has had no idea of my existing, which has been part of the way things were to work out. Tonight I hope to open the young woman's eyes and shed light on the very many questions that I know this soul may have.

[Alison Vermont]

I had no idea where I was or for that matter where I was going, the only thing that I knew up to this point was that my eyes were constantly searching as they tried to take in every inch of this strange place while my feet which were bare moved forward feeling the odd ground which sat below me.

As I inched forth place, I could feel an overwhelming heat which only seemed to grow. Ahead, somewhere in the distance there was a terribly blood curdling scream one in which I recognized the nature of. It was a torturous sound, one telling me that the one who made that sound was in horrendous pain and was suffering badly.

Was I dreaming I wondered as I traveled further east, was this some symbolism of the pain and turmoil that I have been putting others through lately. I racked through my memory ever so quickly. The feeling of wonder I had first felt initially turned to fear as I remembered being at home, getting changed into my nightdress and then laying in bed for a nap. After that was nothing, darkness, empty. What if I was dead? I wondered.

Ahead in the distance, when I felt weak, like I could not go on no further I seen a figure, tiny did she seem from this distance however unlike myself she seemed completely unbothered by her surroundings, perhaps she would be able to help me or at least tell me where I am.

[NPC]

This was supposed to be the easy part, my journey through these depths was supposed to be something taken with ease, however, somehow, it was not. Walking through the rigid hell that had been created for those whose existence had brought suffering and turmoil to others when they had been alive was not an easy thing to venture through. This being a fact even though I had toiled through it many times before.

Something unknown about me is that I am an angel, not that many would believe so after they had spent time with me, for I'm not your typical Angel. I show the lost souls the error and consequences of there earthly ways. Not that it changes much mind you, most people that have been assigned to myself go back to the earth relm and go on doing what they have been done. My only hope is that today is different, that my warning about the future is acted upon and ways are changed or else the young Alison may find herself trapped among these souls as well.

From the distance I can see the soul staring at me disconcertingly, she seemed scared yes. However not near as much I had hoped, this a fact that I knew would be something that would make my task that much more challenging, this being something that I regret that I cursed my god- he could never make this easier on me. However I repented right away and thanked him for this. He would not have entrusted Miss Vermont to me if he thought that I was that a weaker class of my type.

" You look lost." I called out when I was within ear shot of the young soul. This being a comment I regretted as well, of course she would be lost, it wasn't as though she mistakenly wandered into someone's back yard or anything. She was in hell. Judging by the plain white nightdress that she wore and the carelessness of her long dark hair she had been asleep when she was pulled here. For this, I muttered a silent apology, one which Miss Vermont could not hear, only myself, but an apology none the less.

" I suppose you have some things," I paused, this wasn't right, she was far too young to be exposed to this place. There I went again though doubting my god, if I kept this up I would be damned to this placed as well, " Some things you would ask me." I offered for it was the least that I could do.

[Alison Vermont]

As the being approached me, I knew right away that I was not dealing with a human force. Yet, the figure was not a demon either and I found myself to be quite intrigued by the cloak of mystery which seemed to have surrounded the man which had come before me. The one who could hopefully lead me out of this wretched place.

The man's spoke. I don't know what I was expecting when I heard him speak, but I know it wasn't this. His voice sounded as unreal as he looked. Although it matched the rigid darkened skin and the nicely shaped frame, he himself did not belong here, furthermore I found that just the sound of the melody of his voice held me paralized as I tried to find my own voice so that I could answer.

" I'm.... Wwwelll...." I found myself studdering as I stared at him, trying very hard to keep our eyes locked, showing that I was at least brave enough to stand here in what must have been my own nightmare with him. No, that couldn't have been right, nightmares do not bring beauty quite like this man.

It was true, yes, I have been around many good looking people- men and women. I am no stranger to my own sensual habits, and usually I am not as much of a blundering idiot as what I am finding myself to be now. What was it about this man that has me so- well so self abashed that I cannot even answer a simple question?

I looked back up at him after noticing that my thoughts had broken the eye seal. That answered my question, he was the perfect man. I wonder if he got that a lot from wanderers around here. Then I remembered, I was likely dreaming or something and maybe...... Well, usually I would tell you what is going through my mind, but there was something about this place that feels inappropriate for me to tell you that I wanted to jump his bones right now, right here.

" Where am I?" I mustered the courage to inquire about my surroundings. " What is this place? And what is my purpose here?" There, once I asked the first question, I let about what felt like a million more follow. And alright, that was exagerating just a little, but that's how it felt.

I hoped I didn't leave any important inquiries out, like what he was, what his name, who sent him, and lastly was I dreaming?