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A.N: Hey guys, so I just recently finished watching/reading all of the Bleach series. I love it but couldn't help but notice the lack of background/attention on Hell (in comparison to the story)… I wanted to write something that sort of followed the plot of the original "Bleach" but this time add a twist with more of Hell. Thus, I give you the birth of this FanFic! I hope that you will review so that I will know if I should continue you the story or not! Thanks! And thanks for also taking the time to read this story!

P.S: Due to some great advice, I have revised this story slightly. Don't worry about the content, it is the same, but I hope that the paragraph breaks will make it easier to read. Also, it will no longer be from reader's pov, but from Anelie (which is short for Anneliese: which is favor/grace in German)

~Anelie POV~

A world of red and black. A cage for sin and chaos. Hell. In the midst of the suffering; in the midst of the pain, sat a girl with tears in her eyes. "Why do youcry?" The young girl was asked. She sniffed, and looked up to the foreign being. "I cry because…it is all so sad…" The being's eyes widened, both in shock and fear. "I see…you feel the pain of these souls…the pain of their suffering… But why? Why weep for the evil? Why weep for the dead?" The girl looked down, gathering her words, before turning back to face the being in the eyes. "I weep for them, because no one else will." This caused the being to gaze at the girl. "I see…you are one interesting human…I look forward to the day we shall meet again."

Just as the being turned to leave, a small hand reached out, taking hold of his clothes. "Mister…do you weep for their souls?" The question caught him off guard. He sighed, turning back and kneeling down to face the child. "I do." She smiled happily. "I'm glad!" The man chuckled and patted her head. "When you grow older, I will promise to meet you again…and then I will need for you to answer a question for me…" The girl's eyebrows raised in confusion. "What sort of question?" He chuckled, standing to leave. "You shall see then…"

I darkened sky only acted as camouflage as I ran. My breath was heavy, legs tired from the endless amount of escape. 'Why…? Why did this have to happen to me?' I wasn't allowed long to think on those questions, when a sharp blade pierced me through my back. Blood. The crimson liquid, the sign of my life, slowly began to leave my body, numbing me from the pain. 'Why…?' A shadow loomed over me, a wicked grin covering its facial features. A monster. An inhumane being looked down on me in a way that, despite my lack of consciousness, still frightened me to the bone. 'Why…?' A sadistic chuckle resonated around me, as the beast spoke. "You are going to die. Yes, you are going to die and I am going to enjoy eating you." I cringed, and with the last of my strength, spoke. "Why…?" Darkness. Darkness clouded my vision, obstructing any other consciousness that had been lingering.

The gates were cold, merciless, as they engulfed their prey. "Why must the gate eat?" The man chuckled. "It 'eats' so that it will continue to exist." "But…what if it went hungry and couldn't eat any more?" The man was silent, eerily so, and the young girl cowered at his aura. "If that were to ever happen…well, then there would be a real 'hell on earth'." The man tried to dismiss the question with a simple remark, but the girl knew differently. "Then do I get to continue feeding him?" The man nodded. "Yes, for he is needed."

"Do you remember me?" I wasn't sure who asked that question, nor could I fully comprehend the meaning. My eyes slowly fluttered open, my consciousness regained. I expected pain. I expected nothingness. Yet all I felt was cold. Alone. "Do you remember me?" This time I could understand what the man was asking, and I gazed up at him through lidded eyes. "No…" The man sighed, before stepping closer into my line of sight. "I'm not terribly surprised…but I am a bit hurt…" My brow raised in confusion, until my facial expression turned into one of shock as an icy hand caressed my cheek. "W-Who are…you?" I asked with a weak breath. "I am Porta Inferni…" "Porta….Inferni…" As the words left my mouth, a familiarity wafted around them. Yet I still couldn't think of where they were from… 'It's like a dream…a faraway dream…'

"I have come to ask you a question…" He caught my attention and dismissed any memories I was trying to scan for him. "A question?" "Yes." He was silent for a moment, and stepped closer as he uttered these next words into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Do you weep for the sinners? For those whom have descended into the fiery depths of Hell?" The question caught me off guard, but the words reminded me of something…something from a long time ago… "I-I…" I took a few moments to gather my thoughts, before responding. "I do…I don't like for them to suffer…"

I don't know why I answered, nor do I understand what it was that I was thinking in saying such things. "I see…that is good…then I have a proposition for you." I watched as the man bent down, our eyes leveled. "I will free you of your soul; of your death…" "What do you mean?" I interrupted. "You, my dear, have died…" That was when I realized that this coldness, this hollowness, was what had become of me…because of that monster… "I want you to come with me though…I want you to take my place…" "Your place in what?" I asked, not comprehending a single thing he was saying. "I want you to take over my place as ruler of Hell…I want you to become the new Guardian." I blinked a few times, taking in what he had said and trying to rationalize it. "Y-You want me to…rule Hell?" He smiled, nodding. "Yes. Rule Hell in my place…" "W-Why me?" There was silence for many minutes, before the man answered. "Because you are no ordinary human…you are special." "I-I'm not special in any way! I-I've lived as such a failure, and now…" tears started to cascade down my cheeks, "…now I'm dead and there's nothing I can do!"

A gentle hand patted my shoulder. "Oh, but you are my dear…you are very special… Human being go about their daily lives ignorant and unforgiving. You, however, embrace that which is different; that which is evil without a second thought. Kindness, my dear, is something that not many have…particularly for the dead, let alone for the sinners. You saw it once, the inside of Hell, many years ago. You were so small, a mere child, and yet Porta Inferni welcomed you in with open arms. No human has ever done that…it was fate. You were destined to be with Porta Inferni; to oversee that which is necessary…" "I-I still don't understand..." I looked down, my thoughts rapid as I tried to accept the new information. "It's alright. I will show you. Come." He stood and held out a hand to help me up. "Where are we going?" "To your destiny…"

"Tell me, do you know what 'sinners' are?" The girl nodded. "Good. Then can you tell me why Hell must exist?" The girl nodded again, but this time spoke. "It is because sinners need a second chance…" The man smiled. "Go on." "They need a place that will keep them from harming others…" "And?" "…and a place that will understand them…" The man smiled happily. "Yes. But that is only the Hell that we show to those whom want a second chance; for those who desire to change." "What about those who don't want to change?" The girl asked. "They go to the 'Deeper Hell', a place where they will live in eternal suffering…those souls can never be reborn…they will never see the light…" "How do we know the difference?" The girl asked. "We know by instinct…well, you know by their hearts…perhaps this is why Porta Inferni chose you."