~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Dreams Of Innocence
Ch.7: Going to the Underground
Bulma was nervous as Hell, considering she was going there, the blue-haired goddess thought she had damn well good reason to be scared out of her mind. God was the ever-smiling and calm image of all worshipers, guiding her through passageways and corridors she'd easily get lost in.
"Where are we going?" The Oceania Archangel asked.
"I'm taking you to the transport room, the only place that you can get into and out of Hell from Heaven, if you took the hard way-My Child- you would have the longest journey in your life, all the way down Snake Road." His voice was emanating a warm light, removing minimal tension from Bulma. Nodding her head, gazing off into a dream world, wondering what Hell would be like.
"God, How am I supposed to fit in with demons from Hell, if I'm an Archangel?" Bulma asked confusedly. He only chuckled, hugging her close to His body.
"Dear Bulma, You can transform at will, into a demon or any object upon the Earth or not, but, if you decided change into the demon form of yourself, your wings will only change color, not become the leathery ones of true demons,"
"How long am I able to keep the transformation?"
"It depends upon what type of creature you become, the average is an hour, however, if you change back before the hour is up, you still have time left, as well as the transforming power slowly regenerates,"
"That's interesting,"
"Yes, I suggest to you, to enter Hell as a demon, and when unnoticed, go through the shadows as an Angel, only becoming Demon when you necessarily need to," God finally said, before reaching a door at the end of an enormously long hallway. Bulma looked down it and couldn't see the end. Frighteningly long hall. "When we go into this room, your first transformation will be hard, but after that, it will take you less than a second to change back into your regular form,"
This made the blue maiden turn back to look inside the 'transport' room: it was totally black, with Angels in dark armor on the sides of the room. Walking in behind God, the tension returned to her body, and the Blue Angel took deep breaths to relax. Sky blue eyes closed deftly before opening again to the sound of the Father's voice.
"Now Bulma, you must stand in the center of the room, spread your wings out as far as they can go in this room, then think of Darkness, and let it consume you. When the transformation is complete, you can then think freely by yourself and I shall send you to Hell," Bulma gave a weak smile to his remark, going to the middle of the boxy room.
Her wingspan was about 20 ft. and very impressive, but to be assumed since Bulma was an Archangel, albeit a nervous one. Clasping her hands together tightly, she closed her eyes, letting the darkness envelope her being. At once she began to feel terrible feelings, ones that are unknown to Angels that have never transformed into Demons. Hatred. Anger. Gluttony. Fear. Mercilessness. A tear fell from the Archangel's closed eyes. As the emotions soon ebbed away, one image came into her mind, then she fell down in the middle of the floor, fainted.
The image had been right after she died, laying broken and abused on her bed, with the two dead men on the floor, blood pooled around them, staining the wooden floor forever. Everything had gone totally black after that. The abyss had swallowed her whole. She snapped her eyes open at God's touch, feeling warmth and happiness flow through her body, into all the fibers and tiny crevasses in her body. She muttered something then stood up with the help of His hand, looking down at herself.
The first thing she noticed that she was no longer wearing the white gown that was before. She wore thigh high stilettos-which were shoes she was very comfortable with by now-with a black lace and silk miniskirt, and matching halter-top. The dark Angel now had fingerless black leather gloves, with lace coming out at her wrists. There was even a midnight blue scrunchy in hair that held it into a ponytail, though her eyes were still a deep blue and her hair still a beautiful ocean of waves. Finally, there were Bulma's wings, black in all their glory but still had their gentle feathers.
The astonished Archangel didn't know what to say, but she personally thought she looked Gorgeous! Definitely the envy of all the demons in Hell. God gave her a small smile then waved, and held his hands up, emitting a great light through them, and blinding Bulma to the point all she was seeing was white light.
When the light faded, she appeared to be in a room that was held for food. "God put me in a Larder?" There were shelves of food and wine everywhere, which made her stomach grumble in constraint of seeing the food. Bulma cautiously picked up an apple, beginning to eat it. "Well, it's not so bad to start out, but we must be going, there's tons to do, for starters, find out how to get out of here,"
Dropping the apple core, she blinked and walked through the aisles, looking for a door out. Coming to a big steel door, she opened it, peeking in through small cracks. It was a large room, with a high ceiling and tapestries on the three walls she could see. Walls were made of the same steel as the door, and closing the door she stepped in, her heels clicking on the floor until meeting up with the red carpet. The floor was black marble, with a long red carpet rolling up to some steps and landed right before…a throne. The throne room! Of course!
Bulma looked to see if anyone was there, hiding in the shadows, and went straight up to the Devil's chair and sat in it, crossing her legs. The chair was kind of uncomfortable, hard and cold, being made out of the same stone of the floor. Bulma stood up, admiring the tapestries on the walls, all the backgrounds were intricate and well detailed, while the foreground depicted a war or just showed an important person. As she turned around from admiring one, she came face to face with black eyes….
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Uh oh! Who did our dear Bulma meet? Is it Vejita? Ranger? Some other person? We'll find out soon enough!
I love cliffhangers. ~Forever Dawning