NIELAN: A Descent into Eternal Torment
Prologue: The Abyss Without End
The sky above me was empty—a vast, black nothingness that swallowed all light. No sun, no moon, no stars. Just an endless void, cold and lifeless. Below me, the ground was cracked and broken, stretching into a nightmare I could barely comprehend.
Millions of creatures crawled and writhed in the shadows. Beasts with jagged teeth, demons with burning eyes, things that had no name—twisted, monstrous, dripping with malice. And among them… the fallen.
Gods.
Once, they had ruled over galaxies, bending reality with a thought. Now, they lay broken, their bodies rotting, their power gone. The air stank of sulfur and death, thick enough to choke me.
I stood up slowly, my body heavy, my mind sharp. I had to move. I had to escape.
Then—screams.
Not just any screams. These were the cries of the damned, a sound so terrible it shook my bones. I looked down, past the edge of the cliff, and saw the Pit.
A fire so huge it could have swallowed worlds. Flames so deep they might have burned through the heart of creation itself. And inside it, they burned.
Humans, their skin peeling like paper. Mutants, their bodies twisting as they melted. Hybrids, torn apart by their own nature. Dragons, their scales turning to ash. Kings and queens, their crowns melting into nothing. Gods—dead gods—clawing at the fire, screaming as their blood boiled.
I saw their fear. Their pain. Their regret.
And yet…
I felt nothing.
The only thing that mattered was him.
Krelious.
His death.
And anyone stupid enough to stand in my way.
I turned from the abyss and began to climb down. The mountain was sharp, its edges like knives. My hands bled as I moved, my muscles screaming. Then—I slipped.
The world spun. Rocks tore into my skin. And then—impact.
Pain.
Real pain.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I hurt. My leg—broken, the bone sticking out, white and bloody. A scream ripped from my throat before I could stop it. I clenched my jaw, biting down until my teeth ached.
If they heard me… if they came…
I would be dragged into the Pit. Eaten alive.
Gritting my teeth, I grabbed my leg and pushed the bone back in.
Mistake.
Fire exploded through my body. My vision went white. My skull pounded like a drum. Anger—hot, wild, unstoppable—flooded my veins. But I couldn't scream. Couldn't make a sound.
If I did, they would find me.
So I endured.
Minutes? Hours? Time meant nothing here. Eventually, the pain dulled to a throbbing ache. I tore strips from my clothes, wrapped my leg tight. My hands shook. My breath came in ragged gasps.
I had to move.
A stick—just a broken branch, half-rotted—but it would have to do. I gripped it, knuckles white, and forced myself up. My body screamed, but I stood.
And then—
I took my first step toward vengeance.
The Infernal Odyssey: A Journey Through Hell's Eternal Torment
Prologue: The Descent Into Madness
Hell was not a place.
It was alive.
A living nightmare, breathing suffering into every atom of its existence. I didn't come here by choice. I was sent here.
The air was thick with the stench of burning flesh. The sky—if you could call it that—was a swirling storm of red and black, a ceiling of fire that never ended.
This was my reality now.
And so, with nothing but my rage and a sliver of hope, I began my journey.
The Endless Search
For days, I walked through the scorched wastelands, my feet blistering on the burning ground. Days turned to months. Months bled into years.
Five years passed in a blur of pain.
But I never stopped moving.
I couldn't.
Lucifer's castle was the only light in this darkness—the only place where I might find a way out. But Hell was endless, a maze meant to break even the strongest souls.
I fought demons. Beasts. Things that slithered from the shadows. Every battle left me weaker, but with every wound, I remembered him.
Krelious.
That memory kept me going.
Then, after ten years of searching, I found my first real clue.
A messenger of Lucifer crossed my path—a twisted thing with eyes like dying coals. I tore into it, devouring its flesh, its knowledge. From its dying whispers, I learned of a hidden path—one that might lead me to the Dark Lord himself.
The Taste of Survival
Hell had no mercy.
No water. No food. Only the damned and the devoured.
To survive, I did the unthinkable.
I ate the demons.
Drank their blood.
At first, the thought made me sick—the taste of infernal meat, the thick, black blood. But hunger is a cruel master.
Slowly, I got used to it.
Then, I grew stronger.
One day, after eating the heart of a powerful demon, something inside me changed.
Energy surged through my veins. Broken bones mended. Wounds closed. The heat no longer burned me. The air no longer choked me.
I was adapting.
And so, with this new strength, I kept moving.
The Dead God's Alliance
Two years after finding the messenger's clue, I met another lost soul—a dead god.
Like me, he was trapped. Desperate. Searching for a way out.
We shared stories. Traded secrets. And in doing so, we realized our goals were the same.
Together, we unraveled the riddles of Hell's twisted paths, following whispers to the very core of this damned world.
Deep in the abyss, where the screams of the tormented were loudest, we found it—
Lucifer's Castle.
A monstrous fortress of black spires, surrounded by an ocean of fire, guarded by legions of high-ranking demons.
The sight was terrifying.
And beautiful.
We knew then: we couldn't storm it alone.
So, we sought allies.
The Army of the Damned
For five more years, we searched Hell, gathering the forgotten, the sealed, the betrayed.
Two million souls—dead gods, fallen warriors, ancient beings—all united by one goal:
Escape.
We were an army forged in suffering. Hardened by eternity.
But one piece was missing.
Lucifer wasn't here.
Rumors said he had left Hell, traveling to other realms, weaving schemes beyond our understanding.
We had no choice but to wait.
Even if it took another seventeen years.
Even if it took a century.
We would endure.
The Truth of Hell's Age
In my time here, I learned something terrifying.
Hell was older than time itself.
Ancient demons—things whose names had been erased from history—whispered of an era before rulers, before the Abyss, before the Unknown.
"Hell has existed for 800 billion years," one said. "And even that is just a fraction of its true age."
The truth hit me like a blade.
If Hell was this old, then Lucifer wasn't its master.
He was just its current ruler.
And if I could overthrow him…
The power I would gain would be beyond anything—beyond all realms, all rulers, all verses combined.
With it, I could finally destroy Krelious.
I could trap his soul here—forever.
The Nature of Eternal Torment
Hell is not just fire and chains.
It is despair made real.
There is no death here—only endless cycles of suffering.
If you are torn apart, you reform.
If you are eaten, you return.
The pain never stops.
The hunger never fades.
The thirst is never quenched.
Regret fills the air.
Tears evaporate before they can fall.
And through it all…
The nightmare never ends.
Epilogue: The Weight of Vengeance
I stand now at the edge of destiny, surrounded by an army of the damned, staring into the abyss of Lucifer's domain.
The wait is almost over.
And when he returns…
Hell itself will tremble.
To Be Continued.