Title: Gently Tear Each Other, Limb from Limb, (alternate title: let's go to hell, shall we?)
Disclaimer: If I owned Reborn...10051 would be canon. Characters/Pairing: Mukuro Rokudo, Byakuran (Gesso), Shoichi Irie, Tsunayoshi Sawada, 6927, 10051
Rating/Warning: T, Graphic violence and description.
Summary:He had been in and out of Hell countless times. On his sixth visit to Hell, he was sent to save a trapped soul of Tsunayoshi Sawada, that did not belong in hell.

~Prologue ~

He had fallen once again into the depths of Hell. He glanced around at the familiar place. Ah yes this was the Hell he had remembered.

So much for the apparent belief of atonement. It was a belief that as long as you did things with good intentions even considerable sins you'd be guaranteed a spot in purgatory, the "cleansing area" as one of the smaller demons had told him the third time he arrived here.

And he had in theory did many things with good intentions. He had killed the torturers who plagued his childhood, and saved two children (his loyal subordinates Ken Joshima and Chikusa Kakimoto) who survived giving them a new life. He had always been there to protect them. Even sacrificing himself to Vendice for their freedom. He had saved the (Nagi or Chrome Dokuro as she became known as) unwanted wealthy girl, whose own parents didn't even care whether she died or not, with his illusionary organs. Yet it could still be debated he merely wanted a pawn in his plans that would be loyal to him. Although, if anyone had questioned Ken, Chikusa, and Chrome about Mukuro it would be expected that they would say they would do anything for him genuinely. And in return he would fiercely protect them with all his power, In a sense these three could be considered his only family.

He had planed to destroy the symbol of violence, the mafia. Of course amongst that he also planned to destroy the human race, letting them kill themselves in a large war, a prominently evil thing.

But humans themselves were evil creatures right? Even without his hand in that they probably would destroy themselves in some large petty war. Of course there was also that little incident with Lancia, the possession Lancia forcing him to commit genocide of his family. But at the time, Mukuro was a child playing with the scope of his powers...or so it can be argued.

He had killed to protect the people important to him. And he had countless times aided the naïve and pure-heart Tsunayoshi Sawada in his struggle to protect his friends and family in his involvement with the Mafia.

But he was not sent to Purgatory. That wasn't the case, the stain of blood on his soul was probably too deeply embedded outweighing the so-called good intentions.

And once again he was back in the hellish environment. Standing at the gates he could see a bit of one of the higher levels of hell.

Ah yes nothing much had changed except for some new faces or prey as one high ranking demon had mused. The place had still stunk of various odors; iron from the massive crimson blood shed that filled the floor up to his ankles; the distinct odor of rot and pus; and the salty taste that hung in the air due to weaker denizen who would cry from the torture inflicted to them. He could see the notorious run down elevator that led the tenants to the lower levels of hell. And he noticed a few demons messing with the elevator so it could potentially crash some poor unsuspecting human into the ground.

Then of course there was the screeching of the miserable souls, the sadistic laughs from both demons and humans who watched on in amusement, cussing and gambling to the side, the few distinct groans of people who had lost in their gambling endeavors or because of the price to get out of hell was rising just as the previous economic situation on earth.

It was a familiar sight to Mukuro who didn't even bash an eyelash to the sight. The only thought that concerned him at the moment was where he was going to be sent to. Was he going to some lower level of Hell? What was the charge against him this time betrayal, or pure violence, actions of false witness? Depending on the sin chosen he might have to endure some particularly nasty punishment. Not that he couldn't handle the potential annoyance with his illusionary skills, and powers obtained from his previous lives. Then there of course was his influence with some high ranking devils and particular humans with influence in Hell. He still had his funds from his previous life that would buy his way out quickly too...if he felt the need to escape.

Either way he would be sufficiently prepared.

He waited at the gates ready for his next "eternal" damnation. And watched as a large light floated downward in front of him. As the light adjusted its form to human eyes, he could see a humanoid figure with large feathery wings that protruded from the back of the ethereal being. Its own clothing producing a bright light that lightened up the dim area.

Mukuro was a bit taken back. He had been expecting some humanoid demon or some viscous animal mutant thing that usually set him off, just like the other times he had come here. It was peculiar to see an angel down here. The angel just stared around at the place in disdain. Clearly the angel disliked having to be forced to step down to Hell, being surrounded by such inferior beings.

"Mukuro Rokudo,You have been chosen to save the soul of Tsunayoshi Sawada."

A/N: I had a fun time in my writings of Hell, listening to the sounds of Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance. I plan to incorporate Byakuran in the future. As a side note my Hell is based predominantly on Dante's Inferno, Stormcrow Hayes and William Sleator's Hell Phone. If you like it so far, please review it's my drive. I warn ahead of time I'm a very infrequent updater.