Hell Is Closer Than You Think

by AdriLunaSholtz

This is a world in which Devils represent Sins, and horrid traits, while an invisible enemy pulls the strings, making all just puppets under there control. Francis, an angel who was dragged down to hell now lives as the Devil Pride. Raised by Arthur Kirkland, an older sin who represents Lust. As Gluttony [Devil USA] nips at his heels. FrUk,Hints of UsUk, may get smut in later chaps

Hell is closer than You Think

Pride's P.O.V

He smirked jumping over an ancient fruit cart, and a seemingly older vender. "Hey!" the shout

carried from behind him as he slipped through the shadows, the crowd concealing him yet again,

chuckling his crimson eyes bright with adrenaline as his heart pounded in his ears. The sound of his own

blood rushing to his head made him slightly dizzy, chuckling he slid under a moving horse drawn

carriage and down an alleyway. –That oughta get him off my ass- he said chuckling to himself, his

footsteps were loud in the dark silence of the stone alleyway. Little did he know he was being watched.

He smirked taking a huge bite from an apple he had snatched from the cart in the commotion of the

shouting. He wiped a bit of the golden juice from his chin, his ivory fangs glinting in the dark. The

unending Crimson Sun burned overhead, the heat was getting almost unbearable, even for him.

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10 minutes later

He was strolling through another alleyway, struggling to keep cool under the deathly heat in the air.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING YOU FUCKING SLUT!" A voice boomed behind him.

His eyes widened in shock and he yelped in fear.

"SHIT!" he darted down the alleyway, jumping a steel fence and almost falling flat on his face.

Lust was on his heels almost, his shouts of rage only propelling him even faster and farther from the

older sin. -OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK..- His mind was on meltdown, after all the only one he was ever

truly fearful of was chasing him through the streets. He took down another painful gulp of air, his

muscles were burning with each beat of his frightened heart, his legs begged to stop, but he pushed

past the severely uncomfortable feeling and pressed onward. He smirked the apple still in his hand, -

This might work- he thought desperately. He stopped dead in his tracks, jumped over Lust's massive

form and then threw the apple at the Older Sin with enough force to drop a horse. Lust groaned and

crumpled to the ground, the apple was a pulpy mess on the Older Sin's forehead. Not waiting another

second he left Lust there, darting down the streets until only the rusty dirt and dust remained in the air.

His footsteps a soft pitter patter in the distance.

"That was close..." he panted, leaning against a nearby stone wall.

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