John 12:31

"Now judgment is upon this world; now the ruler of this world will be cast out."

The world was on fire. The screams of the damned plagued the Earth, as they were slaughtered by angels. All in the name of God, or so they say. The savior was meant to bring rejuvenation and peace to the world for all, but now the entire world must suffer.

The souls of millions were now being judged by the weight of their actions.

Some pleading for a second chance for the sins they have committed, as they were casted down to the pits of hell. While others let out a gasp of momentarily relief, as their fellow brethren were cast away to the forbidden world. One such soul was that of Avarice. A man of royal descent that is now facing the punishment for the acts that he has committed. The gates of hell open, as his souls drops from the Earth and the flames scorn him with every closing inch forward.

- First POV-

I feel the agony, the burning sensation, as my body is being torn apart by the great descent from the heavens. My eyesight is all but lost in the venture to depths of Hell. Finally everything stops. I can feel a wet liquid all wrapped around my body, but I ignore as I look at the scenery before me.

Bodies of the damned lay around, as if it were a slaughter house for lambs. The echoes of tortured souls pierce my ears with their anguish yells of sorrow. I ignore it for the time being, as I examine my own body. "Pale and with all limbs is good enough for the time being, however nudity isn't an option." I think to myself. Exploring the dark, I walk feeling the wet, fleshy ground noting any thing that could possibly be used for clothing.

The time spent searching for a ounce of clothing felt like an eternity, and the only thing I could find was nothing. I sigh in annoyance, but continue walking as the rest of my days will forever be stuck in this worthless place.

There were whispers of King Nimrod being around here, and making such a deal with the Red Goddess. I couldn't care less, although it did remind me of my living days. A false heretic, as they would call me... Icy winds ceased my thought process. The being I was looking for is finally found, and the only way free me from this Hell is him.

My feet crackle on the frozen snow, while my body shivers as the temperature continuously plummets. I shake my head, enduring the punishment looking for my soon to be savior. The black chasm is all I can see, but a certain area isn't like the rest. It is molting hot, yet sub-zero cold. This had to be the place of Satan.

I hastily pick up my pace, and traverse the darkness. No sense of direction, but from the mixed temperature. As, if it were a game of hot and cold. While, this is no time for reminiscing. I can't help but to think of my living days, as they are the constant reminder that I am me. I am my own individual. I am someone. Not just a nobody soul that nobody gives a damn about.

The people I killed could scream all they wanted, but I have done what I have done. Nobody...will ever change that. My internal monologue is interrupted, however, as a gruff voice calls my name. It almost made me tremble at the power behind just a faint call out.

The voice says to me, " I know why you're here. But, do you have anything to offer." I stand still thinking of what the once great angel could possibly want. Then, it occurs to me. "How about the Red Goddess herself ?" I ask, hoping that he would accept such an offer for my plea.

I could feel as if his eyes are staring through my soul. Searching for any deceit, or malice that plagues my lucrative deal. It is a few moments later before he says anything again. "I will take the Red Goddess's being, as an exchange. However, you will need powers to combat the dark begins that obey her and to bring her to me." I sigh in relief hearing that he knows at the very least I could not do anything without his blessings of darkness.

"If you fail me... I will condemn you to a suffering worse than any Hell you could dream of..." The voice of Satan speaks before vanishing all together. I didn't feel anything...for a moment.

My body's blood begins to freeze and immense pain courses through my body as I scream to the darkness. My blood boils like the pits of Hell. My body is tearing itself apart cell by cell, and rejuvenating it all in seconds. The pain didn't stop for hours, as this sick process raged on before finally stopping.

The once white snow is all but white anymore, as blood scratched every surface of it. Me clawing at myself to stop the pain caused it, but this once small pain was worth it in the end. I laid on the snow for what felt like hours, before finally getting up.

My hunt for the Red Goddess begins now, and I will slaughter everyone of her followers until I have her in my grasp.

A/N: The first chapter done, and my first POV story of this kind. I'll continue make chapters until I finish the story. Lastly, this is the first official story for the category of Agony ;)