Mike's world was consumed by flames as he watched his family's home engulfed by fire. The screams of his loved ones still echoed in his mind. GENEESSIS had finally gone too far. Their relentless pursuit to eradicate belief in God had led to this moment.

As Mike stumbled through the inferno, a figure emerged - a GENEESSIS agent, taunting him with cruel words. Mike's anger and hatred boiled over, and he lunged at the agent, but it was too late. His family was gone.

In the aftermath, Mike expected to join his family in heaven, but instead, he found himself in a desolate, fiery landscape. A figure appeared, shrouded in shadows, and spoke in a voice that sent shivers down Mike's spine...

"You chose hatred over love, Mike. Now, you'll face the consequences."

Mike's anger flared, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I am the Keeper of the Abyss," the figure replied, its voice like a gentle breeze amidst the flames. "And you, Mike, are a soul consumed by hatred."

"That's not true!" Mike protested. "I loved my family!"

"Love?" The Keeper's tone turned icy. "You habored hatred in your heart in your dying breath. You chose to embrace the very darkness GENEESSIS sought to create."

Mike shook his head, "No...that's not what happened."

The Keeper stepped closer, its presence radiating an otherworldly power. "Shall we review your choices, Mike?"

Mike hesitated, but a part of him wanted to understand. "Okay...show me."

The Keeper raised its hand, and visions flooded Mike's mind: his family's laughter, GENEESSIS agents at their doorstep, the flames engulfing their home...and Mike's own anger, his desire for revenge.

"You see, Mike, your hatred became a beacon, drawing you to this place."

Mike fell to his knees, overwhelmed. "What can I do?"

"The path ahead is yours to choose," the Keeper said. "Will you continue down the road of hatred, or will you seek redemption?"

Mike looked up, determination burning within him. "I want to make it right."

The Keeper nodded. "Then let us begin."

The Keeper's words echoed in Mike's mind: "The path ahead is yours to choose...Will you continue down the road of hatred, or will you seek redemption?"

Mike's determination grew. "I want to make it right. I want to escape this place."

The Keeper nodded. "Very well. But know this, Mike: the only way to escape Hell is to find the one thing that has been lost for centuries."

Mike's curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

"The Angel's Helo," the Keeper replied, its voice filled with a hint of awe. "Lucifer's own helo, forged from the metals of Heaven and imbued with its power. It is said that with the Helo, one can navigate the depths of Hell and find the exit."

Mike's eyes widened. "And where do I find it?"

The Keeper's smile was enigmatic. "Ah, that is for you to discover. But be warned, Mike: the Helo is well-hidden, and many have attempted to find it before. You will need all your wits and cunning to succeed."

Mike steeled himself. "I'm ready. I'll find it."

The Keeper nodded. "Then begin your search. But remember, Mike: the Helo is not just a simple trinket. It holds the power to manipulate the very fabric of Hell. Use it wisely."

With that, the Keeper vanished, leaving Mike to embark on his perilous quest. He stood for some seconds and looked around him at the dark at the vast darkness just then a fairy door appeared with a skull gushing fire from it's eyes and mouth. He walked towards the door and it opened the closed with a loud bang behind him.

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Hell was a realm of unrelenting terror, a domain of darkness so profound that it seemed to have a life of its own. The air was heavy with the stench of brimstone and the screams of the damned, which echoed through the sulfurous mist like the wails of the forgotten. Flames danced across the twisted landscape like malevolent spirits, casting flickering shadows on the cavernous walls.

Towering spires of blackened rock pierced the sky like jagged teeth, their rugged facades etched with the anguished faces of those who had been condemned to this eternal abyss. Rivers of molten lava flowed like liquid fire, their burning waters whispering an otherworldly melody that seemed to draw the very soul out of those who dared to listen.

In the distance, the thunderous roar of the Abyssal Pit boomed and crackled, a constant reminder of the unfathomable horrors that lurked within its depths. The ground trembled beneath every step, as if the very foundations of Hell were being rent asunder by some ancient, malevolent power.

In this forsaken place, time itself seemed twisted and distorted, stretching out the agony of the damned into an eternity of suffering. The skies raged with a perpetual storm, lightning flashing across the horizon like the fiery lash of a vengeful deity.

"Am doomed" mike said to him self as he could here the screams of the tormented now he just have to avoid the keepers of hell till he finds the Helo.

After trekking for what seemed like endless hours he came acrossed an open space where he could see a wolf being tormented by a demon who apperd to be in a man form with horns, the howl of the wolfs was tormenting to his ears then the demon turned towards him and the face he saw was non other than one of the GENEESSIS agents who attacked his home.

Mike charged forward, his fists flying as he battled the demon. The demon, taken aback by Mike's sudden intervention, stumbled backward, but quickly regained its footing. It snarled, revealing razor-sharp teeth, and swung its weapon - a twisted, serrated sword that seemed to be made of pure darkness.

Mike dodged the sword's deadly arc, but the demon was relentless. It struck again and again, forcing Mike to leap and weave to avoid the blade's deadly edge. The demon's weapon seemed to be absorbing the dim light around them, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Mike knew he had to think fast. He scanned his surroundings, his eyes locking onto a nearby boulder. With a swift kick, he sent the boulder crashing into the demon's sword, shattering the weapon's dark energy.

The demon howled in rage as Mike seized the opportunity. He grabbed the demon's own sword, now freed from its dark influence, and plunged it into the demon's heart. The demon dissipated into nothingness, banished from the underworld.

As the dust settled, Mike brushed is clothes from the dust, and the wolf approached Mike, its eyes gleaming with gratitude.

To Mike's astonishment, the wolf began to transform before his eyes. Its body elongated, its fur receding as it stood on two legs, taking the form of a young lady. Her long, silver hair cascaded down her back like a river of moonlight.

"Thank you, ," she said, her voice melodious. "I am Luna. I was cursed by the lord and bound to this form."

Mike's mind reeled in wonder. "You're...a shape-shifter?"

Luna nodded. "Yes. And I can help you find the angels helo, but only if you promise to help me escape this place."

Mike hesitated for a moment before nodding. "How did you know I was looking for it."

Luna's smiled. "I over heard you talking to the keeper of the abyss I was following you when I got connerd by that demon."

Mike thought it would be wonderful if he had some one like her by him side not knowing that he would later regret it.

"Ok fine I will help you escape if you help me find it."

Luna smiled."let's go an adventure awaits." She said laughing as she walked ahead of him.