History stated that Sheng Li was the first human to ever find his way to Hell.
What was Hell? Well, there were different rumors about this place. It was a legend, a story that was passed from generation to generation, each was more terrifying than ever.
In short, it was a kind of story which mothers used to scare their ill-behaved children.
They would say, "Don't be such a naughty kid or else King of Hell will kidnap your soul and torture you. He will spank your bottom and whip your skin and dig your eyes out for fun."
Some said that Hell was a place where the sinners resided after they died, the place where they would receive their retribution. A place full of malice, grief, hatred, and all of negative energies.
Some said that Hell was a place where Buddha banished the Gods that broke the Heaven Rules.
There were many rumors about Hell, but there were none of The King of Hell. He was a creature that was so terrifying that people didn't dare to create any rumors about him.
Because History has stated, you may offend the Emperor of the Earth, Heaven but you may not offend the King of Hell. Hence until this day, King of Hell remained a profound mystery.
On that eventful day, The King of Hell was doing his duty as always, judging the soul of their sin and throwing them into the Eighteen Layers of Hell. It was his favorite pastime, to hear the cries of pain, regret and fear.
But after doing it for more than a thousand centuries, he was starting to get bored of the routine. The sinners no longer posed as an interest. They are all the same, hypocrites, afraid of pain, cowards.
Pathetic human being.
He cupped his cheek. Boredom written across his face.
He sat on his throne and swapped his eyes across the creatures of Hell below him without any emotions on his eyes. It was cold and stable, but the creatures which his eyes lay upon were all trembling as if a boulder was pressed on their shoulder and their bodies were pierced by ice blades.
They were so terrified that none of them dare to make any sound, even their breathing was shallow.
On the other hand, his appearance was the contrary of the creature's reaction. He was the most beautiful man that ever graced the universe. His silvery hair was shining as if moonlight was shining within them, his brows gently arched, his pair of red irises were so mesmerizing that one couldn't help but lost their soul in them.
His skin was so pale that he gave the impression of 'sickly beauty', making people want to pamper and protect him.
Sadly, there were none who appreciate his beauty for their fear for him was so great that they were scared of even standing in front of him.
It was raining blood. Bright red crescent moon was hanging on the sky with dark clouds floating around. The sky was dark red like blood was being poured in.
Growls and groans from distance were heard. They were the lower creature that didn't have the ability to speak. Their soul was tortured until they were on the brink of insanity, then The King of Hell let them loose to be his pet.
For them, blood rain was highly refreshing, like spring water to a dying traveler, they ran all over the place to soak their bodies among the rain, but still, they didn't dare to step into the Judgment Room.
A Hell servant was standing behind the king, holding an umbrella to shield him from the rain. He was currently the King of Hell's favorite, because he was the only soul that is so insane that he kept asking to be tortured.
The King was highly amused of him, thus making him his personal servant.
His face was destroyed with no traces of his original appearance with one eye hanging on its socket and mouth filled with geared teeth. The same appearance could be seen on the ministers standing on either side of The King.
None of them had intact bodies, except the King.
On this horrid place, the only thing that stood out was the King's beauty. They were like dung surrounding the flower.
Suddenly…
BOOM!
There was a huge explosion. The ground was shaking and the creatures were crying in alarm. High temperature magma could be seen seeping through, bubbling as it covered the ground with orange-colored.
Some creatures were instantly swallowed that they didn't even realized that they were dead. Panic were plastered on the ministers' faces, but The King remained calm without any expression. The only thing he did was narrowing his eyes on the distance where the explosion was.
"What happened?!"
"It—It was the magma from The Eighteen Layer! How could it get here?!"
"Was there some leaking there?! An earthquake?!"
"Fool! There were never an earthquake or leaking in Hell!"
A gasp was heard. "Y—Your Majesty, someone has broken into Hell!"
"What?!" The ministers looked horrified. "How could it be? We had Eighteen Layers of Hell protecting our main headquarter! How could someone broken in?"
A ghost of smile could be seen on The King's lips. It was so faint to be realized by the ministers. No one knew what was currently on his mind.
Great terror was running through the ministers' spine. What the hell was going on?! Their Hell was broken into by an intruder! Was it doomsday on Hell?
"Y—Your Majesty. What…what should we do?"
Noticing his ministers' distress, the King snorted. He straightened his back and gently raised his arm. "Open the gate. We have a guest."
His voice was so soft, but it contained undeniable strength and firmness.
The ministers didn't dare to object. Even if they were confused and panicked, they still obeyed their King's command. The large gate of Judgment Room was pulled open, giving them full access of what was happening outside.
The ground of the main headquarter was mostly covered by brightly colored magma, looking so contrast against the dark tiles of thousand stairs leading to Judgment Room.
On the middle of the magma, stood a lone figure.
His dark hair was swaying along the wind, his white robe complementing the magma around him, it was torn and some blood patches could be seen on it, some were new and some were long enough to form a brown stain.
All the ministers' eyes were bulged, threatening to fall anytime soon.
"A human?!"