YO!

I know it's amazing I am actually starting to post my new story!

So, my beta is actually on holiday at the moment,

but I'm too excited to wait right now, so I thought I'd give all you loverly people the prologue(of which she hasn't read yet so Liv here you go).

So yeah, it may be rather shitty but oh well, it'll get better once it has been Betaed.

'Sarahdessen. babe' is my beta for this story.

Before you read on I feel the need to warn you all that this story will deal with themes such as rape, murder, bad language, drugs and the lemoniest of lemons amongst other things.

This fanfic is going to earn it's M rating!

So anywho, on with the show!

Enjoy guys

R&R

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A Sin For A Sin Make The Whole World Condemned

? POV- Prologue

I sat slumped in the dingy cabin, my feet propped up on the table in front of me as I rocked on the precarious wooden chair. The smell of damp and rotting hung in the air. The cabin was small, one room, one window that held a view of nothing but the slight glint of sap on trees from the moonlight. The chair was soggy, not wet enough to soak through my clothes but was probably not what one in a Gucci suit usually sits on. The room was dark, no useful light coming in from the window and no other light in the room.

I took a deep breath, breathing in the musk that permeated the air as I waited for Aro.

My master, the one who made me who I was; what I was.

Abbadon, Angra Mainyu, Satan, Asmodai, Beelzebub, Lucifer, Belial, The Devil. Master Aro had many names. The setting was clichéd and perfect for our meeting, ignorant children would think of this exchange as something they would see in a horror movie. The blood and guts on a screen is nothing compared to that of what happens in real life. The squelch of limbs giving way and plunking down into the blood, the way it pools around a wound before seeping over the edge. The feel of the spurt before a steady jet of blood hits the roof of your mouth and then gathering at the back of your throat right before you swallow, that satisfying pop you hear when the flesh gives way and your teeth piece the surface and sink down until you hit a vein.

There was a rustle outside the door and I kicked my feet off the table and stood, I could feel my stomach tighten in anticipation, the perfectly crisp pictures in my head had amplified my thirst and I was glad that Master Aro was giving me a target, another soul that I could steal to please my master, and to satisfy my thirst. The door gave a hollow grunt as it was pushed open. I dropped to one knee and bowed my head as Master Aro glided into the room.

He took a deep breath, letting the smell of the damp wood fill his senses, he ghosted a hand over my head and I took the signal to stand. Even with my perfect vision Aro always kept himself cloaked, I had never seen him before, even though I was his number one tracker. I had worked my way up, the centuries spent torturing souls in the underworld had not been wasted.

Most assume that Hell is a hot place, burning fires and baron waste lands.

But the image of Hell that humans created isn't nearly as awful as the place actually is. Hell is different for each person, for each soul that should be so unfortunate as to be dragged there. Hell is not kept just for those who are evil, yes most go there after death if they deserve it, but souls are collected, if one of the hunters gets there before an angel and the soul is lead to Hell then that's just too bad. Sometimes if the soul is just too damaged, the angels can do nothing with them. So they let us take them, but the better the soul is, the more useful it is to my master.

Bad things happen to good people, as they say.

I remember the first time I lured a man into hell. He was to be trapped in a room, bound and gagged in the darkness, he can't sleep, he can't move because all he can hear is the agonising shrieks and pleas of his wife and baby daughter. That high pitched shrill tenor as they beg, the crying sobs that make the screams more disjoined. And although his wife and child are still amongst the living, he doesn't know that. All he know is that his wife is being raped, and his baby is being tortured, lacerations, slow slices of limbs. And he can see it all happening in his head, the wild panic in his daughter's eyes, he has to watch the faceless man twist her arm. Crunch. He can't make the faceless man stop, but as he turns his attention to his wife, he knows from the look in her eyes. She doesn't see a faceless man... She sees him.

"The mark is The Bearer. Everything I have trained you for is for this one soul. Fail and there will be consequences" I nodded as Master Aros light voice filled the cabin. The calm, tranquillity, the even wisps of his voice are more terrifying to a man than a strong menacing one. The gentility of his commands, the gruesome facts laid bare as if being spoken by a child. It resounded in my head "Isabella Swan" I nodded again and waited until I felt the shift in atmosphere as Aro left. The woods outside the cabin was silent still, just as it had been before Aros arrival, even the ants were smart enough to flee when Aro was coming.

Unfortunately for Isabella, she was not so luck as to possess this edged feeling.

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So, who do you think it is?

Let me know what you think of the prologue,

for the record the first chapter isn't grusome and the first few aren't either.

I'll ease you into that stuff don't worry.

Anywho, reviews are apprecated and reviews get........cookies xD

Hope you liked it so far

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