(Halloween!Plot) The things that were, and will be again...

[dyingisart]

Whoever named this place hell, Cheryl decided as she rolled over yet another white-hot stone, had thought wrong. In the sixth circle, where she had been condemned, she had been worked hard, without mercy, and with great cruelty, but somehow it had settled into a sort of dull monotony. Even being vivisected had become rather routine

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[ash__evildead]

The sudden mental chorus of "Oh shit" is all to familiar. Instinctively, he reaches out and grabs Sheila's arm.

"What. The. Fuck."

[dyingisart]

Cheryl doesn't have time to say anything but "HELP ME, ASH." Before she's dragged, screaming, away.

Sheila, meanwhile, has half-hidden herself behind Ash. She's clinging to him, and he's clinging to her, and Cheryl's clinging to Ash...

In less than a moment, they've all been pulled through the mirror.

Into hell.

[ash__evildead]

It takes a moment for Ash to get his bearings. The place is unfamiliar, but it's very harsh and very barren. And very hot.

oh, fucking hell...

He has no idea how right he is.

[maid_of_kandar]

Sheila is clinging to his left arm. "Ashley...what..." she glances over at Cheryl, who's sitting beside them, staring at him with wide eyes.

"I didn't mean..."

They're all silenced by the rather oversized person standing over them all. The one pointing a spear right at Ash's throat.

"Our lord will be pleased to wear your skin as his mantle, Chosen One."