1. The Devil's Pact, Hell Chronicles Chapter 6: To Death


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    spell binding our souls together forever. I stumbled in the direction of the chain flashed, screaming for my wife. *Where are you?* Chantelle sent to my mind. *I'm lost!* *Me, too! Everything is yellow.* *I saw the chain for a second. I tried to follow it, but I think I'm turned around. It's all the same.* Her thoughts were on the verge of panic. I focused on the chain, trying to see it again. My hand reached out, waving in front of me, trying to touch the metaphorical connection. We weren't in the real world anymore. We were in Hell. There had to be a way to see it or to touch it. I visualized what I had seen, picturing the chain leading out before me. My hand brushed hard metal. I seized it, the chain flashing into being before me. *I'm coming!* I sent, my hands pulling on the chain. *Stay put. I'm coming.* *I knew you would,* Chantelle sent, relief bubbling in her thoughts. *You'll always come for me.* *To death and beyond,* I sent back. I followed the chain through the howling storm. It didn't take long to find her. We probably appeared only feet apart, but were unable to see or hear each other in the terrible wind. She huddled into a ball on the ground. She was beautiful. Her wounds inflicted to her that last week of our lives had healed, her face shining with love. I fell to my knees, wrapping my arms around her, and exulted in the solid warmth of her body. We were in Hell, but we had each other. We could find a way to survive. “We need shelter!” she screamed in my ...
    ear. I could barely hear her. *Yes!* I agreed, sending the thought. It was easier than screaming in her ear. *Where?* We could stumble around aimlessly in this storm and probably never get anywhere. I huddled with her, our bodies stretching out on the dust. The wind seemed to scream in from every direction at once. My mind hurt trying to wonder how that was possible. No. I needed to focus on the shelter. If only there was a way to dig into the ground and form a cozy little home for ourselves, with a nice soft blanket to lounge on, while we waited out the storm. I could see it in my mind. Hell responded, feeding off the power of our souls. The ground beneath us opened and we fell onto a soft blanket. Chantelle gasped in surprise. We were in a small, cozy cave, lying on a quilted blanket not unlike something my grandmother would have sewn. The storm howled above us, but it didn't touch us down here. “That's amazing,” Chantelle gasped. “How did you do that?” “I imagined it,” I smiled. “I guess this is Hell. It's not a real place.” “You are amazing!” My wife's lips met mine, her tongue flashing. My blood boiled. For a week, we had been kept apart, not able to love each other. She pushed me back onto the blankets, her perky breasts rubbing against my heavy tits. I savored how soft the blanket was, relishing being comfortable in Hell when I had been so miserable on earth. “I'm going to lick you everywhere,” my wife purred, her tongue sliding across my cheek to my ears. “Promise?” I ...
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