[Log entry: Day one, Log 1 ]
I have arrive at Hell, but on the hindsight, I might have messed up.
Really messed up, its hot as summer in here. Even with my suits cooling system I am sweating like crazy. The sticky feeling I get while moving my limps is annoying me. This is hell alright, it is made to annoy me to death.
And I am stranded in a crimson desert that spans in all direction with no end in sight. All I can see is red sky and crimson sand. The very air here smells sulfur and ash, the stuffy feeling of malice oozing off the sand. It all giving me goosebumps.
Hell! Freaking hell!
I shouldn't have jumped without a thought. I can't believe I was rushing this, but I can't have Raven suffering any longer. She should have already enough character progression. I thought to use Hell as my crossroad to travel to Trigon's kingdom since its one of the relam that connect to hell.
Yet again, my calculations have been wrong.
Hell was made to torture the souls that enter it, dividing people by belief. Normally, the people of different belief would spit into their respective Hell. But, I know all of them are very real, even through my faith is still one.
I don't know how I broke the system, by it has thrown me somewhere I don't recognize. There are also no demons for me to ask direction. How in the hell does John Constantine come and go here? Oh wait, he makes deal with the devil on daily basis. It was my fault for not getting a demon navigator. I should have pulled Constantine with me here, but again, Demons will try to kill us the moment they see his stupid face.
God, what a pain.
This is such a pain! I should just go Kratos and break the freaking map!
But can't do that, if I do that, Life and Death would be swapped and people have no place to be condemned for their sins.
Everything is so complicated.
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[ Log entry: Day 3, Log 12 ]
I have been roaming this sandy desert for the last three days, watch time. But I feel time flowing in different directions. One moment, its accelerating forwards, other slow or in reverse. Time in hell had become complicated.
I feel like I have walked for a month.
Haven't come across any Demons yet. I am still searching for a way out. The food supply in my storage would last me an year, but I don't know how much longer I can go. I can feel my body weakening with each passing moment.
Hell is trying to keep me here. I need to find a way out of this hell.
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[ Log entry: Day 6, Log 45 ]
I tried walking for another three days, but I have not found any exit. I am stranded and the temporal flow is a messy soup noodle. I am so annoyed now, but I got two liters of water filtered from my sweat and piss.
I could consider it a good thing.
I have stopped walking and now camping in one of the sand dunes. Since the sky is always red, I got no way of telling if its night or not without my watch. I have been feeling more exhausted everyday, my biomass reducing significantly. I don't plan on walking anymore, it is about time I thought of breaking free from this hell.
But how the hell did I come here in the first place?
My memories have become foggy...I remember jumping through a green portal, but how did I create it? Something is messing with my consciousness. Yet again, I have no power to stop it. I am just a human stranded in a freaking desert.
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[ Log entry: Day 10, Log 67 ]
I have gone through my previous log, I know why I am in hell. But the problem is that I have no idea what my name is. I have lost most of my core memories, I don't even remember what I lost. So many hole that I have no way of filling it all up. I have also lost memories on how to operate the suit I am wearing. I feel like I am missing something, something that would get me out of this predicament. But I got no memory of how nor where. Its a good thing that the suit runs in auto, but why does this suit doesn't have any voice. This is hell. I am slowly loosing myself while staying here for who knows how long. The supplies in my storage is already finished.
How long have I been here?
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[ Log entry: Day 20, Log 256 ]
The log have been keeping me sane, but are they? I feel disconnected from the. voices. I tinkered with the database and found my name. Zion. That's my name. I feel like the ones before me were stupid to not see it.
It's literally on the log registry.
How can they be this stupid? Can't they do anything without whining about their detonating Memories? Idiots.
See me, I got no memories of what nor why, but I am keeping myself together. Even as I walk through the empty desert for hours on end. Even as my body is nothing but bones. Even as I feel real exhausted to the core.
Moreover, my instincts tell me to never stop moving. I have been feeling that something is following me. Something akin to a hunt. It will pounce on me the moment if feels that I have noticed it.
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[ Log entry: Day 25, Log 302 ]
That thing that has been following me has been persistent.
It has been following me for months on end now. Meanwhile, I am running out of the food capsules that have been kept for emergency. it taste like the mix of all that you hate. But it is the only thing that keeps me on my feet.
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[ Log entry: Day 30, log 347 ]
I am done running!
For days I stopped counting, that stupid thing that's following me have not even attacked me. If its going to follow me, it should have attacked. What the hell is its problem? Is it trying to tire me to death.
If it is, its going to freaking die before me.
I had enough of this BS. I am about to kill it. This suit has weapons, weapons that are strong enough to keep Superman at bay. However, who is superman? He seems powerful. I don't know what the past me was thinking?
But I should kill this idiot that was tracking me.
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[ Log entry: Day 30, Log 350 ]
I have stopped walking, picking a tent on a sand dune. I have placed all the traps around the tent, I just need it to step on it. The trap were really easy, it all even came with a manual. I don't know why I have some much ammunition too.
Zion had prepared for a hard fight from all the explosives that he had brought. But its a good thing, it is a good thing. I just need that thing to die.
I just need to wait.
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[ Log entry: Day 30, Log 351 ]
The traps had gone off, multiple at a time.
I rushed out of my tent to check what I caught, grenade in hand. But to my surprise, I say the traps active by I could not see anything caught in it. The sensors in the device showed that there was something in the trip, but I physically can't see it.
But I didn't have the time to worry nor think as a force swept me off the feet, throwing me down the dune. I rolled through the crimson sand, my body feeling whiplash. I couldn't help but scream and cough, blood and saliva filling my mouth.
The helmet I was wearing retreated, letting me experience the full front of the Hell's atmosphere. The sulfur was suffocating, my eyes felt like they were dipped in acid. My skin reddened in pain, itching like no other. Each ragged breath only made my throat sore and twisted my stomach.
This is hell alright.
I coughed the blood and saliva and turned to my assailant. For the first time I saw the, their twisted, grotesque filled with hatred. Just looking at them cause my sense of revulsion to kick in. Their eyes seem to delight in my revulsion, a insatiable hunger for suffering.
What in the Bloodborn shit is this?
I pulled my gun, raining fire without a care and threw the grenade. The creature moved, at a frightening phase, rushing at me with its torn mouth filed with ragged teeth like cliffs edge. It avoided the explosion and the bullets. I retreated back while raining fire, trying to keep a distance between us. But the creature was fast, it was already closing distance made by my fall and I couldn't hide anywhere in this desert.
I jumped forward, avoiding the irregular claws that were aiming for my head and threw an explosive at the creature as I rolled on the ground. It was a sticky bomb that explode once in contact with a creature.
*boom*
I saw the creature try to removed it but it exploded into a thousand bits, it body mangled beyond recognizable. I rose to my knee and tapped the side of my neck, activating my gears again. The visor covered my face again, but I readjusted it to just be mechanical. after few attempts it was all just goggles and a breather that covered my nose and mouth.
My sensors can't seem to pick up demonic creatures.
I can't believe Zion didn't think of this, Idiot. At least the explosives works on these creatures. God can't believe I was this stupid.
I berated myself a few more time before walking back to the traps. I could see it. Hound-like creatures, each more grotesque than the last. They look like amalgamation of all nightmare born of despair. Thankfully they were all locked in my trap and I don't see any more of them around my tent.
I could tell from the eyes that they were intelligent. I shot the first one on the head, the light based bullets from my revolver causing it immense pain as it drew its last breaths. I moved to the second one, and asked it how I could leave this place. The creature grunted, not wanting to answer. I shot it on the body, the bullets of light causing it to shrek in pain as they burned through the skin.
I let it cry and moved to the next creature. This one saw me point the gun and immediately shred in submission. I shot its leg as a warning and moved to kill the rest of the creatures. I made sure to make them cry in pain before the slow death null their breaths. It was a horrible act but I felt no remorse in killing them. I have no mercy to give when my life was in danger.
I had no memory, I can't take the chance of dying in Hell without remembering who I was. I need to escape this hell or find a way to break hell's effect on me. I changed the trap to allow the creature its moments, but the trap was now the leash that kept the creature in line. If it does something I could cause it maximum pain before I die.
With the dog in tow, I began my journey in hell.
Psalms 23:1-4
The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name's sake.
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Okay, I have decided to write "Changing Fates". The first volume would be of A stepmother's marchen.
But I have run into a trouble. She grew up in a time skip and my brain is like damn she is so cute, again this is when she was 19 in the final chapter and I am 21, Just to clear up.
But the thing is I decided for Zereeo, My Mc to be her acting guardian and old enough for her to call him father. This decision was made in face of her being a child and in need of a father's guidance and love.
And writing the novel with my protagonist in similar her age would be painful as I need to go through politics and he wouldn't have enough power to leverage. And I would just nuke the kingdom. Its not worth it.
I am not being weird, am I?
Ah, I forgot, you can comment the stories you want to change. I don't care about which mode of story it is. We are saving our favorite characters.