Disclaimer: I do not own Gorillaz. They are the intellectual properties of Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett. Support them and buy the albums and merchandise. This is for my enjoyment and the enjoyment of others only.

Author's Note: Now begins the actual story. I don't know how long this story will be, and it is unlikely that I will update often.

Chapter One

Noodle's body suddenly appeared in front of a set of black gates. The sky was a pale orange with dark black clouds casting an eternal shadow over the land. The ground was a volcanic brown and red. The air was filled with smoke and the screams of people. Despite all of Noodle's training in Japan, she wasn't prepared for this.

A man in a black suit appeared before Noodle. His suit was crisp and clean, contrasting with the dirty and hot volcanic rock. The only color he wore was his blood red tie and matching pocket square. He walked to Noodle with a cool confidence she had never seen before.

"Welcome to Hell, Miss Suzuki," said the man with a voice that reminded her of the American Midwest. He bowed a low bow, like what a stage actor does at the end of a play or musical.

Noodle hated being addressed by her real name. "It's Noodle," she replied with a new sense of defiance. Whoever this was didn't know whom he was messing with.

"Whatever. I am your host and new guardian in Hell," continued the man in the suit. "I'm sure you'll find your stay in your new home most satisfying." He had a menacing grin.

"I'm sure I won't stay long," said Noodle coolly. Her voice disguised her fear of this mysterious man.

"There is no escape from my domain, my dear. There is only suffering. If you do somehow leave, you are a wanted woman, and everyone you love will suffer with you upon your return," said the man.

"You're the Devil, aren't you?" asked Noodle, who finally understood this man's identity.

The Devil blinked, and revealed his eyes to be black, with irises of fire. His skin turned red, and the suit transformed into a black cloak around him. Horns grew out his skull and a pointed tail appeared from under the cloak. A crown of pure fire emerged above his head. "Yes, my dear Noodle, I am the Lord of the Underworld, the King of Hell, and the god to your bassist. I am Satan." He motioned to the Boogieman, who was standing behind the tiny guitarist. The Boogieman picked up Noodle by her arm and began to drag her along the ground.

"Where are you taking me?! Let go!" yelled Noodle, desperately trying to fight back the Boogieman's grip.

"To your new room," replied Satan. Noodle stopped struggling, knowing she couldn't undo the Boogieman's grip. She didn't even know where she would go if she did get loose.

It was a long thirty minutes, at least Noodle thought it was thirty minutes, to get to her new room. The Boogieman immediately threw her into it and shut the heavy metal door. "Enjoy your stay, Noodle," said the Devil menacingly.

Noodle looked around the room and began to cry. It was her room back at Kong, perfectly recreated in Hell. Sunlight was peering through the window. Shaun Ryder's head was still in its place. And 2-D stood right in the middle of the room.

"Why did yew leaf us?" asked 2-D. "Why did yew 'af to leaf?"

"I-I'm sorry, 2-D-kun," said the crying Noodle. She reached out to touch the singer, but it turned to ash and fell to the floor. She touched everything in the room, and it all turned to ash as well. The bed's ashy remains turned into a single rock slab as the new bed. The sunlight disappeared, and the light was gone. The room was now complete darkness. Noodle, the strong Japanese super-soldier, was alone in complete darkness, and there wasn't anything she could do.

xXx

Noodle was lying down on the rock slab bed after a long night; at least she thought it was through the night. She had difficulty sleeping on the rock and the complete darkness made it hard to tell time. It may have even been days since she had arrived.

Suddenly the door opened, and in walked the Boogieman. "My Lord Satan has beckoned for you," he said.

"To where?" asked Noodle.

"Don't ask questions! You only answer them," snarled the Boogieman.

Noodle reluctantly followed the Boogieman. They walked a long while, through winding staircases and hallways. They ultimately arrived in an office. It was a large room, with a single desk towards the back. Sitting at the desk was the Devil in his "business-man" attire.

"Hello, my dear," said Satan. Noodle didn't reply. "I hope you slept well the past three days. Most new souls sleep a very long time when they first arrive. We let you sleep, because we like it when you all are well-rested for the next eternity's activities."

"What kind of activities?" asked Noodle. The Boogieman leaned over to hit Noodle, but Satan stayed his hand.

"A special sort of activities, Noodle," said the Devil calmly. "You have information that I need. I want it very much."

"Information about what," asked Noodle.

"Your bassist."

"You want Murdoc? But he worships you," she protested.

Satan quickly moved over to Noodle and stared directed into the guitarist's emerald eyes. "He owes me his soul," he said.

"Why does Murdoc owe you his soul?" asked Noodle.

"Ah, so Mister Niccals never told you about how Gorillaz became successful? Well, my dear, it was all my doing," said the Devil, who was now pacing about the room. "You see, one day his old band was rehearsing, but they were terrible. Absolutely terrible. Murdoc left them in frustration. He sought me out, willing to give anything in order to be part of a successful band. I agreed to what he wanted, as long as he would give me his soul when they became famous. The Gorillaz is now one of the greatest bands on this Earth, especially after your little windmill island stunt."

Noodle was shocked at this. So, they weren't good, it was the Devil making them good. She was disgusted at him. The only reason Murdoc agreed to her leaving and crashing the Slowboat was so that Satan could take her soul instead of his.

"They were never your family, Noodle," continued the Devil. "Mr. Hobbs only pitied you. You are so young; you don't belong in a band. Mr. Tusspot didn't care either. All he cares about are his pills and his cigarettes. That and getting back together with the young Paula Cracker."

Noodle felt tears again. "You bastard, that isn't true!" she screamed. "That can't be true, they love me!"

"They don't, Noodle dear. They don't," replied Satan, still keeping his composure. He motioned to the Boogieman, and returned to his desk. "We'll get information from you, one way or another."

The Boogieman dragged Noodle back to her room. Tears were streaming down her face. That can't be true,she thought.

Once inside her room, Noodle saw 2-D standing there in the center. She just watched the apparition stare back at her. Then, 2-D turned his head and an apparition of Paula Cracker appeared. The two began to kiss each other with passion and love. Noodle just watched the two, tears streaming and a darkness growing inside her. She reached out to touch the two, hoping to make them disappear. They didn't. They just kept kissing in front of her, and Noodle was forced to watch.

"Stop! Please, stop!" yelled Noodle at the two apparitions. They kept kissing. Noodle then tried to find sleep, but couldn't over the sound of the two lovers, who obviously didn't miss Noodle.