“Sire” the voice hissed from behind several sharp yellow teeth, as he entered the great hall. The room was made from the same stone that hell was carved from, a dark grey, within each crack there was a dark orange that seemed to bring light into the darkest places. Arrow had built his crocked home in between the fractions of hell he now ruled over, a twisted home for the high lord of hell. In the room sat a single throne it seemed to have no start and merely was forged up from the floor and fashioned into the chair. No windows sat in this hall no elegant wall pieces or paints, this was the hall of judgment. Arrow pale complexion stood out against the blackness of the chair, the orange veins pulsing where his flesh met stone. The small demon that entered bowed now that he was closer, hell was different for demons and the ancient creatures; to them it was a solid world, a place of stone and fire, built of fear and pain. To them it was a home, to humans and non-demons who found their way into the pit, it was a living nightmare, they did not feel stone, nor see it. As soon as their souls found their way to the jaws of which ever devil they believed in hell was a living nightmare, they saw and felt only what they feared or what their devil did to them, here a minute was ten years to those without demon blood or the power to see past the lies, you think you know pain, fear; some even think they can face it, but you never know…never truly until you have looked into his eye and if you ever found your soul in the hands of the high lord then I will pray no matter how futile because perhaps one day your god will have pity on you, because no one knew pain and terror like the High Lord.
His voice was empty; it was as if he was living stone. “speak” the small demon had black scales, a few of his species had made it to earth, you may have seen them at freak shows, lizard boy was a favorite tag line most used, he had deep green eyes and a long forked tongue. “Lord Lucifer sent me,” Arrow’s china like head turned to look at him in the eyes, the small demon was easily a thousand years old, Arrows eyes where like looking into nothing, pure black simply starred you back, as if looking at a bottomless sea. “He said the world is changing, that his land is merging with another.” Arrow vanished without a word the demon eyes locked onto the spot where he had been sitting and began his long walk back to his station he could not use his magic while in the high lords home no one could but him. Lucifer’s throne room was very different then Arrows, the walls where draped in red and silver, the colors matched the tunic he had worn when he went to war with the heavens. The floor was made from a white stone and the throne itself was a marvel to look upon, made from the wings of his brothers who had taken arms against him in the war, Angel bone was as strong as steel and never lost the golden shine that god herself placed upon each one. Arrow’s head turned to a noise within the next room, a battle was taking place, marching forward, his black robe seemed to flow with the shadows around it as he pushed open the giant silver doors.
The sight before him brought him to a full stop, Lucifer was fighting an exact clone of himself, but it was not a clone it was something else. “What are you foul beast” it screamed as Lucifer pivoted the blow of the golden lance his attacker swung. Arrow looked between the two Lucifer’s, the one he knew was fighting in a black suit, a single sword in his hand. Lucifer was a graceful fighter; he had been god’s weapon during the god wars. The other was dressed in the amour of heaven; the lance itself was a holy weapon able to cut almost anything apart from the three swords. “Call me beast again mockery and I shall show you the wraith of my own blade.” Arrow threw up his hand and the heavenly Lucifer vanished, Lucifer turned to face him “what the hell is going on, first my land starts to shift and now this, what game is she playing Arrow.” Of course he blames god, it was always about her Arrow smiled “It was not her, nor is it a game, take me to the shift, I need to see if my theory is correct.” Lucifer nodded and the two vanished from the room.
At the edge of his kingdom between his and Hades a faint white line had appeared almost fading the earth between the two. Arrow bent down beside it and placed his hand onto it. “Has Hades spoke of this” The golden haired angel asked “No Lucifer he had not,” Arrow continued to examine the line, Lucifer was beautiful to both men and women, he was an angel in every sense of the word. “It is a rift, I can protect this world from crossing with any other, but I can not prevent it in the mortal realm. “A rift to where” Arrow looked up at Lucifer “A rift to countless worlds, while we inhabit this world, other worlds hover around the edges, worlds that mimic ours and flip them on their sides. Each of us has a doppelganger in these worlds ; the Angel you fought was you if you had stayed with your maker. There are worlds, built upon worlds made from the choice we choose not to make, if you turned left in the other worlds he would have turned right and so on. For some reason we are merging, I can protect hell but that is it.” Lucifer nodded “I will inform the others, thank you high lord.” They both vanished and Arrow was back in his home. His magic would protect hell and prevent the doubles of anyone that lived there from entering this reality, but earth and the people of the mortal realm where on their own, his power and duty lay with hell just as god would protect heaven. Who would protect the mortals and their reality and what would the heroes and villains do when they came face to face with themselves because they would be drawn to each other and if the crossing of the worlds truly began then reality as they all knew it would come to an end. Unknown to Arrow the rifts had already began to split all around the world.
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