He'd been running for so long. Since his duel with Alexander, he's been hated by all of America. That day had completely tarnished his legacy. That caused Aaron to live abroad for so many years. But at the old age of 80, he decided to return to America. But of course, that didn't end well. It was a cold day in February, and it was seemingly normal. Until he felt his arms flail to his sides before falling into the floor. His brain began to feel very fuzzy, beginning to drown in darkness. The last thing he saw was his second wife, Eliza, screaming over him, before it became nothing.
Mere moments later, Aaron woke up. But, this was different then when he awoke in the morning. All he saw was heavy smoke, and he heard screams in the distance. And, it didn't feel like waking up. More like he never rested. He tried to get up, but he couldn't move his arms or his legs. Aaron looked up to see his arms, and couldn't believe what he saw. There was a hook protruding from his wrist. He looked around, seeing all of his limbs wrapped in chains. Panic began arise as he struggled against his bonds.
"Don't try to struggle." An all too familiar voice said. Aaron felt intense chills run through his bones as he looked up. The smiling, black-eyed face of an old friend looked down at him. "Did you miss me?" He said, showing off a smirk.
"Al-Alexander?" Aaron sputtered fearfully.
"Burr."
"H-How? This is imp-impossible." He could hardly speak. There was so much smoke in the air, he could hardly breath. "I killed you…"
"Mhm. You did." Alexander nodded as he began to walk around the bonded man. "But you're dead too." Aaron's terror deepened as Alexander's eyes seemed to get blacker. An evil smile crept onto his face and leant down into the man's complete vision. "Welcome to Hell." Alexander began to laugh.
Tears began to roll down Burr's face. "I killed you, a-nd you went to Hel-ll?"
"Dear lord, no." Alexander- er, Not-Alexander scoffed. "The real Hamilton is in Heaven. Good thing, too. He would've been the most chatty, annoying demon anyone's ever met."
Aaron was confused. Demon? Hamilton was human, he couldn't be a demon. Unless- "Yes, you're correct. Here in Hell, souls go through hundreds and hundreds of years of torture. And eventually, they all turn out the same way." Alexander spread his arms out, like he was showing off. "Beautiful blacked-eyed beauties like me." He leaned down right next to Aaron's ear. "And you're no exception." Hamilton burst into maniacal laughter.
A noise came from his right, and he turned to see something even worse; his daughter, Theodosia, who was sporting black eyes and an evil smile. She was pushing a cart full of torture devices.
"Now comes the real fun." Alexander chirped happily. He picked up a knife from the cart, which was then shoved into Burr's gallbladder. He was screaming as the stomach acid squirting out burnt his wound.
"Say my name." Hamilton said calmly. "When you scream, scream my name! Beg me for mercy!"
Aaron glared at him through the pain. "What's your na- name, man?" He spat through gritted teeth.
Hamilton smirked. "Alexander Hamilton." He sang.
The demon cut into him again, this time with a twisted knife. Out came his gallbladder. He continued in with other torture devices, Theodosia joining in. They both hummed along to Burr's screams.
By the end of what felt like a day, Aaron had been sliced into nothing. What remained of his soul was shuddering from the pain. Then, in the blink of an eye, he was whole again. It looked like nothing had happened. He was confused.
"Didn't I say hundreds of years of torture?" Alexander's voice said. "We can't do that if you're only atoms." The standing man was smiling evilly. Aaron glared at him.
"Aw, you're so cute." Theodosia's voice cooed. "Trying to defy Hellspawn. That's adorable."
"Now, now, Theodosia. Let him have his moment."
Aaron stared at them both angrily. But he knew he ended up here for a reason. That reason was Alexander's death. And he was told that every soul in Hell would become a demon. Not him. He would take the pain. For Alexander. For Theodosia. For everyone he's ever wronged.
"I have to say," Hamilton began. "I'm surprised you're being defiant. After all, these are Hell's best tools. And you're also in the presence of our best torturer." He gestured to himself.
"Though, if you like, you could be on the other end of the knife." Theodosia chimed in. She was holding the twisted blade in front of the man's face. "Instead of being tortured, you torture. You don't scream, you cause screams."
Burr felt his anger bubble up inside. "Never." He spat. "I w-will never succu-umb to your offers."
"Suit yourself." Alexander shrugged. "But one day, you will." He was smiling. Then he plunged another blade into Aaron's eye, causing blood to splatter everywhere. Aaron screamed like he never screamed before.
Everyday it was the same. The torture, the rebirth, the offer. The only thing that changed were the people that tortured him; Hamilton, Theodosia, Jefferson, Madison, Washington, Laurens, the list went on and on. They all cut into him, taking him apart everyday, piece by piece. Everyday a little death.
The days eventually spanned out into weeks. Then years. It felt like he'd been there a century when the wretched day finally came.
Aaron was being tortured by both Alexander and Eliza Hamilton. They had cut into him in new ways then before. They seemed intent on making him experience new pain.
"I'm impressed." Eliza sneered. "Most people give up within their first week. I thought you'd give in your first day."
"But it's been a hundred years for you. Congratulations." Alexander finished. He began plucking needles up Aaron's nose. "This is your prize; me not going straight through your nose." Blood rolled down the man's face as more and more needles were shoved into his sinuses.
Burr glared up at the demon, his eyes blood red. He doesn't want to end it. He has a legacy to protect. And it won't be protected if he becomes a demon. But... the pain was unbearable. He couldn't continue on like this. He-
"GAAAAAAH!" He screamed as Eliza ripped his head from his shoulders. Aaron was forced to look at his own struggling, bloody body. There was a waterfall of the crimson liquid proofing out of his neck. He felt the tears rush to his eyes.
Eliza held his head close. "Ah, our work is beautiful. Isn't it, my love?"
"It is indeed, my dear Eliza." Alexander replied before he shoved the twisted blade into the bottom of his skull. The tears spilt over his eyelids.
"Aw, don't cry." The female demon cooed. "It's not over yet. It'll get worse."
"I don't think it will." The male demon interrupted.
"What are you talking about, Alexander?"
"I think today is finally the day." His smirk grew in intensity, the black in his eyes deepened. "Pardon me, Aaron Burr, sir?"
Aaron looked up into the demonic face of one of his closest friends. "Fine." He mumbled. "Fine. I'll do it."
Before he could think another thought, he was standing in front of the Hamiltons. He could feel himself as whole again.
"I told you it would happen one day." Alexander smirked. "Though it is impressive you held out a hundred years. Very uncharacteristic."
Aaron didn't respond. He didn't want to. The shame he felt was unimaginable. He shouldn't have said yes. But he can't go back.
"By the way," Alexander spoke. "My name is Alistair. But you will address me as Master. This," He gestured to Eliza. "is Meg. Now leave us, girl." Eliza- no, Meg, smiled darkly as she slipped past Aaron.
"Good luck. It's going to be a fun few centuries for you." She looked smug as she slipped past the man, disappearing into the hellfire.
"Are you ready to begin, Burr?" Alistair asked.
Burr sighed. "Yes, Master."
Alistair began morphing into a different form; the form of Dolley Madison.
"Uh, should I be-"
"No." He recognized the voice of Dolley. "You stay just the way you are." She smiled with jagged teeth.
"Burr," Alistair spoke. "Follow me."
Aaron obliged, following the demon into the heavy smoke. When he emerged, he saw a terrible sight; James Madison. He shouldn't be here. He was a good man. He shouldn't have ended up in Hell.
"James?" He spoke. Burr was greeted with an intense glare, which changed into a look of surprise.
"You're eyes... they're not…" James was squinting at him. "Burr? Is that really you?"
"Yes." Aaron replied, looking to his feet. "It's me."
"Why are you here?"
He didn't respond for a moment. "I murdered Alex-"
"No, I know why you're here, but why are you here here?"
Aaron was silent. "He's not as strong as you, James." Alistair intervened. "He took me up on the offer. My new apprentice." She was flicking her fingers up and down his face.
James have him an incredulous look. "You did?" Slowly, Aaron nodded. "You weakling!" He screamed. "How dare you dishonour our country like that!" Madison kept on screaming as Alistair leaned down into Aaron's ear.
"Now's the time." She slid her hand down to where he was gripping the twisted blade. "Torture one of the men who ruined your career."
Alistair smirked as Aaron stepped forward. Essentially, James didn't have a hand in ruining his political life. He just tried to imprison him for the murder of Hamilton. No. It wasn't his career. It was his whole life that Madison helped to destroy.
Aaron looked down at a red-faced James. He felt the anger bubbling inside him. For what Jefferson and Madison did to his for 40 years...
The blade was thrust into Madison's side with ease. The scream that filled the air satisfied Burr in ways he could never explain.