Hello, One and all as we near the end of the Sorcerer's Stone arc. Many of you have given me some good suggestions on who should Harry meet in Hell. Some I can see as friendly others antagonistic and some being okay with him but can rub him the wrong way. Anyway, let's dive right into Hell!
Chapter 11: Seven Sorcerous Stumbles
Late that night, Harry made sure he had everything he needed for tonight. His shrunken sword, his wand, his Invisibility Cloak, and Samael in case of his venom was needed. Ron and Hermione also decided to bring their wands before meeting Harry at the stairwell to the common room. All three were wearing regular clothes instead of their Hogwarts robes as they figured they would be more of a hindrance if they needed to move quickly. "Ready," Harry asked his friends as they nodded and headed down the stairs. As they were ready to leave for the third floor, they heard the sound of croaking and saw a large toad on one of the armchairs. They knew this was Neville's pet toad. "Trevor…"
"Trevor, go away. You shouldn't be here," Ron said in a low tone, not wanting to get caught.
"Neither should you," Neville said as he stood up from the chair Trevor was on, still in his pajamas. "You're sneaking out again, aren't you?"
"Now, Neville, listen," Harry spoke, trying diplomacy before resorting to power. "We were-"
"No! I won't let you. You'll get Gryffindor into trouble again. I-I'll fight you," Neville said as he stood his ground. Harry saw that despite his time in the Sorting Ceremony wanting to be in Hufflepuff, Neville had the bravery to face off against the three of his friends with only his bare hands.
"Neville, I'm really really sorry about this," Hermione said to the boy as she pulled out her wand. "Petrificus Totalus," she said with her wand aimed at Neville. Immediately, the boy was frozen stiff with his arms to his sides before he fell backward like a tree knocked over by the wind.
Seeing their friend's body hit the floor with a light thud, Ron and Harry looked at their friend. "You can be scary sometimes. Brilliant, but scary," Ron said as he gulped.
"Let's go," Harry told his friends as they passed by Neville each saying sorry as they passed him. Once they were near the exit to Gryffindor Tower, Harry covered everyone with the Invisibility Cloak and headed to the third floor. They walked slowly as they didn't want to trip over each other and end up coming face to face with Filch or any of the other teachers. Once they reached the door, Hermione pulled out her wand and whispered Alohomora as the door unlocked and they stepped inside.
Once they were inside the room, they could see that Fluffy was fast asleep. His snoring was extremely loud and powerful that it blow the cloak right off of the trio. "Ugh, his breath stinks," Ron gagged as he smelled his breath, all three of them.
"How do we know Snape's been around," Hermoine asked as she checked around.
"Because of that," Harry pointed to near the trapdoor to see blood near the trap door. "He must have got bitten again before setting Fluffy to sleep," he said while looking at the giant three-headed dog. "Ron, Hermione get behind me."
"Why," Ron asked before he stood right behind his best friend.
"Because I'm going to wake him."
Ron's eyes shot up as if they were going to escape from its sockets. "Are you mad!? He's going to rip us to shreds!"
"He won't, Ron. You and Hermione said it yourself. Besides Hagrid and Dumbledore, Charlie and I are the only ones who can keep him calm. Plus, his paws are in the way," Harry pointed out. Ron and Hermione had to agree with Harry on this one, it would be easier than lifting its paw. Harry looked away from his friends as he faced the three-headed dog. "Fluffy! Wake up," he shouted as loud as he could. The dog open its eyes as each of his heads yawned and stood up. At first, the three-headed dog bared its fangs at them, only to stop and sniff Harry. Seeing it was the boy that was affectionate toward him like Hagrid, he panted happily when he saw the boy. Each head started to lick Harry, covering him in dog drool once again. "It's good to see you too, but we need to find the man you bit," Harry told the giant guard dog.
Seeing the blood leading to the trapdoor, Fluffy growled before allowing Harry and the others to open it up. "Well, that was surprisingly easy," Ron managed to squeak out, still wary of the dog.
"He's a normal dog, just bigger and with more teeth," Harry said, not comforting Ron well until he continued. "Just scratch his ear for two seconds and he'll be nothing but a puppy."
"Yeah, a giant three-headed puppy that can eat us whole," Ron voiced before he hesitantly scratched the closest head's ears and chin. After making sure that the dog wouldn't rip his arm off, Ron saw Fluffy react positively before licking him. "Ugh! Give a guy some warning," Ron chuckled.
"Let's go down, now," Hermione said, reminding the boys of their mission. "Besides, I'm more of a cat person."
"Ladies first," Harry insisted before Hermoine jumped in the trap door, followed by Ron who went after her. Before Harry could jump, he faced Fluffy. "When this is over, I'll play with you. I promise," he told the dog before jumping down.
After Harry jumped down the hole, the three of them landed in a web of soft and springy vines that immediately began to constrict around them like snakes. "What is this stuff," Harry questioned as he felt the vines start to suffocate him, forcing Samael to bite down on the plant. Despite not having the ability to breathe fire just yet, the young Hell Snake could still heat his fangs and made the vines retreat.
Hermione watched as she saw the vines tangle themselves onto the boy's ankles. The more they struggled, the plant tightened more around them. "Stop moving, both of you! This is Devil's Snare."
"I don't think we need to know the name," Ron shouted as he kept a vine from wrapping around his throat.
"Plus, I think this wouldn't hold a real devil," Harry remarked as he rolled his eyes while Sam continued keeping vines away from Harry's face.
"I'm trying to remember how to kill it," Hermione said as she thought back to Herbology class. "Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare ... What did Professor Sprout say? It likes the dark and the damp."
"Light a fire," Harry exclaimed as he remembered the plants in Stolas' manor and seeing that Samael's heated fangs were affecting the vines.
"There's no wood," Hermione exclaimed.
"HAVE YOU GONE MAD!? ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT," Ron screamed in frustration and fear.
"Oh, right. Sunlight works too," Hermoine remembered sheepishly as she reached for her wand again. "Lumos Solem!" At Hermione's spell, her wand shot out a beam of light and all three of them felt the plant's grip loosen within seconds. Wriggling and flailing, they felt themselves able to drop down into another level below the plants. Seeing that there were still more plants scattered around the floor, Hermione was the first of the trio to hug the wall to avoid touching more Devil's Snare.
"Lucky you pay attention in Herbology, Hermione," said Harry as he joined her by the wall, wiping sweat off his face.
"Yeah," said Ron, "and lucky Harry doesn't lose his head in a crisis. 'There's no wood', honestly."
"This way," said Harry pointing at a stone passageway, which was the only way on.
The passageway sloped downwards and Harry was reminded of Gringotts. He felt a jolt to the heart as he remembered that Dragons were sometimes guarding the vaults. 'It's okay. I don't think they would put a dragon down here. Besides, compared to the ones back home, these guys are small fries,' he thought to himself.
As the trio pressed on with Samael wrapped around Harry's shoulders like a scarf, they heard something unusual. "What is that," Hermione questioned.
Paying attention, Harry heard it was some sort of fluttering noise that he compared to the Golden Snitch. "I think it's wings," he said before the group opened a door to another chamber.
"Curious. I've never seen birds like these," Hermione said as she saw the numerous winged shapes floating around the room.
Looking closer, Harry noticed metallic sheens to their bodies and realized what they were. "They're not birds, they're keys," Harry remarked before he saw another door in front of the trio. Only this one was heavy looking with a padlock. "And I'll bet one of them fits that door."
In the light of a nearby opening in the wall, Harry and the others saw a broomstick was floating off the ground. "What's this about," Hermione asked as she and Harry looked at the floating broom and the various winged keys.
"I don't know," Harry responded.
Ron, on the other hand, decided to try cutting the knot and pulled out his wand to try opening the door. "Alohomora," he exclaimed, but the door didn't unlock. "Worth a shot."
"What are we going to do? There must be a thousand keys in this room," Hermione growled. "Only one of them would be able to open that enchanted door."
"It's got to be an old-fashioned one. Rusty like the handle," Ron said, theorizing what key matches the lock on the door.
Paying attention to what his friends said, Harry put his talents as a Seeker to good use and spotted a key in the center of all the other keys. "That one! The one with the broken wing," he told the others. "If they left this broom here for a reason, then the keys must attack whoever grabs it."
"Go on, Harry," Ron encouraged. "You're the youngest Seeker in a century and beat the school record. If they do attack, you can handle them."
"Alright, but be ready when I throw you the key," Harry said before mounting the broomstick. Immediately when he did, the keys began to swarm around him like angry wasps. They poked at him like birds as he flew through the air, chasing after the rusty key. "Hang on, Sam," he told the Hell Snake as he was still wrapped around his shoulders. Harry looked around to find the key with the broken wing. Within seconds, Harry spotted the old key and reached out to grab it. Once he got a hold of it, he threw it to Ron and Hermione who grabbed ahold of it and tried to open the door. Five seconds later, the door was opened and they both let Harry fly right in after them, before slamming it shut. With the door closed, the keys all clattered against the wood and the kids heard the metal falling to the ground. "Okay, let's see what else is obviously protecting the Stone," Harry said as the three went into the next room.
Stepping into the next chamber, the trio and Samael were wary when they saw large towering statues in the center of the room along with broken sculptures scattered on the ground. "I don't like this," Hermione said, getting the creeps.
"Where are we? A graveyard," Harry questioned.
Seeing the statues were familiar, Ron looked around the room and saw the tiled floor in the center. "This is no graveyard," the Weasley stated. Stepping onto the tiles, he turned to his friends. "It's a chessboard," he told them as torches along the edge of the tiled floor revealed the statues were actually giant chess pieces around their own size or much larger.
Searching around the room, Harry spoke to his friend. "You know, as dramatic of a revelation this was, I know a better one in a Muggle movie from a while ago," the Prince of Hell said.
"And what would that be," Hermione asked, knowing a few movies from her parents.
"Star Wars," Harry replied before seeing something behind the white chess pieces. "There's the door," Harry pointed to the entrance to the next chamber. The trio were about to pass through, but the pawns drew out their swords to block them, looking ready to cut down the children if they moved too close. As they backed away, the pawns sheathed their weapons and returned to their normal positions.
"What do we do now," Hermione asked seeing that it was impossible to get through.
However, Ron was looking at the board and the pieces surrounding it. Even the ones that were destroyed. "It's obvious, isn't it? We play across the room and win," he told both Harry and Hermione. "Okay, Harry. You take the empty bishop's square. Hermione, you're the Queen's side castle. As for me, I'll be a knight."
All three of them took their positions on the board with Ron getting on the knight's horse. Harry took out his shrunken sword and brought it to full size. If they were going to play as pieces, he might as well look the part.
"Now what," Hermione asked because, despite her diligent studies, she hardly knew chess at all.
"White goes first. Then, we play," Ron said as the first move was made as the pawn that was behind the king moved to E4.
"Ron, you don't think this will be like… real Wizard's Chess, do you," Hermione asked as she was getting nervous.
"Considering that Ron's horse didn't have a rider earlier, I think it will be," Harry stated as Samael kept his gaze at the paths Harry could take as the bishop piece.
Testing to see if Harry and Hermione were right, Ron pointed to one of his pawns. "You there! D5!" At Ron's command, the chess piece moved to the square as ordered. After it came to a stop, the white side made its next move by having the white pawn take out its twin swords and slam the blades into its black counterpart.
Seeing that they were correct about the situation, Harry turned to his friend. "Ron, you lead and we'll follow. You're the best chess player in the entire school. I bet you could give my dad a run for his money in this," the Prince of Hell stated.
With Harry's encouragement, Ron began to read the board from upon his stone steed and began to make his moves.
"Castle to E4!"
"Pawn to C3!"
"Harry move four squares diagonal!"
The game was going on as the pieces on each side were taken and destroyed. So far the Black pieces on they still had, and where were the king on H8, three pawns on B7, G7, and H7. A bishop on C6 and a rook on C3. Harry was on A3, Hermione was on F8 and Ron was on G5. On the Whites, the king was on G1, a rook on B1 and E7, a knight on C7, the queen on D3, and the three pawns on B6, E5, and H2. It was Whites turn and the White Queen stabbed the black rook with her rapier and tossed it out of the board. She was now three squares away from Harry.
Ron looked nervous as he knew what their next move should be. Harry saw this too and couldn't believe what was going to happen. "Ron, don't tell me."
"You see it too, Harry. Once I make my move, the Queen will take me and you'll be free to check the king," Ron told him.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked.
"He's going to sacrifice himself," Harry told her.
"No, you can't! There has to be another way," she cried out.
"Do you want to get that stone before You-Know-Who does or not," Ron exclaimed as he turned to her. "Besides, this is chess. We have to make sacrifices." He turned forward as he looked at the board, ready to face what will happen. "Knight to H3," he said as he moved to the square. "Check."
Just as he predicted, the white Queen made her move and came after Ron. She lifted her scepter and stabbed Ron's horse hard enough that he fell off. Luckily for Ron, Samael wasn't recognized as a piece and the snake rushed from Harry to the other boy, cushioning his fall despite his size.
Harry smiled as he saw Ron and Samael were okay, then began moving to C5 and faced the king. "Checkmate," he declared, pointing his sword at the opposing King. And just like that, the White King dropped his sword to signal they won the game. Waiting for a few seconds, both Harry and Hermione rush over to Ron. "You okay?"
"Yeah, but I think I still hit my head," Ron told his friends as he put his fingers on his forehead and saw a small amount of blood. With his eyes going wide, he turned to his friends. "Is it bad?"
Looking at his head wound, Hermione gave a sigh of relief. "It's just a small cut on your forehead. You'll be fine."
"We have to keep going," Harry said as he looked at the door.
"You're right," Hermione told him.
"Hold on, something's up with all these things," Ron remarked as he slowly stood up. "Fluffy, the Devil's Snare, those keys, this chessboard."
"He's right. These sorts of obstacles would have to be put together by expert wizards and witches," Hermione stated.
"Hagrid got Fluffy to guard the door, we knew about Devil's Snare in Herbology with Professor Sprout, the keys must have been charmed by Flitwick, and these statues were transfigured into chess pieces by McGonagall," Harry reasoned.
"She did say the stone was well-protected. She and the other teachers must have put all of this together as a defense against thieves," Hermione theorized.
"If we're going with practical classes, then that leaves Quirrell and Snape," Harry stated. "And if Snape's the one that's actually after the Stone, he already knows what to do for his test."
"We have to go now," Ron said as Samael slithered back onto Harry's shoulders.
The next chamber was surprising as the trio saw that there was another troll, but it was slumped on the ground like it was dead or knocked out cold. Not wanting to see which it was, the children made their way into the next chamber to see what awaited them inside.
What Harry and the others saw next was something that wasn't horribly frightening, but still a challenge. In the room was a table that had several bottles of different sizes. The trio stepped closer to the table just as purple flames shot out from behind them and blocked the door they had just came from, while black flames were in front of the door to the next chamber. "Now what," Ron complained.
The Prince of Hell figured that in order to pass, he had to make something to get past the flames. It was in this situation that he wished he was fireproof like his family so he could just pass through. It didn't help that the values before him were not labeled and wished that they were so he could know what was in them. Then he saw a piece of parchment that had some writing on it. Maybe these were instructions to create the right potion. Looking at the paper, Harry and the others began to read it.
"Danger lays before you, While Safety lies behind,
Two of us will help you, which ever you will find,
One among us seven will let you move ahead,
Another will transport the drinker back instead
Two among our number hold only nettle wine,
Three of us are killers, waiting hiding in line.
Choose, unless you want to stay here forevermore,
To help you in your choose, we give you these clues four:
First, however slyly the poison tries to hide
You will always find some on nettle wine's left side;
Second, different are those who stand at either end,
But if you would move onwards, neither is your friend;
Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,
Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;
Fourth, the second left and the second on the right
Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.
"What the bloody Hell is that supposed to mean," Ron asked as the three of them read the message.
"It's a riddle. This isn't some sort of incantation, it's a logic puzzle," Hermione said as she looked at the paper carefully. 'Seven bottles. Three are poisoned, two are wine, one will let us go foward, while the other will take us back,' she thought to herself as they reread the paper several times while looking at the different bottles. After a few seconds, she got it. "The second left and second right are the wines and they are the tallest. And the first, fourth, and fifth ones are poisoned. And the smallest ones are the not poison and the ones on the ends are not my friends, if we want to move forward. So the answer is the third one."
"Are you sure? What about the other one," Ron asked.
"The remaining one must send us through the purple flames, but the third bottle is what will let the drinker advance through the black fire," Hermione stated.
"Then it's all up to Harry now," Ron stated. As he noticed the sizes of the bottles. The third one only seemed to have enough for one person to drink while the bottle for the purple flames had enough for two.
"I guess this is where we part ways," Harry stated as he looked at his two friends. "Go to the Owlery and send a letter to Dumbledore immediately," he told them. "And guys…" Harry paused for a moment, conflicted if he should tell them about his childhood or not. Ultimately, he shook his head and dismissed the idea. "I'll tell you later when this is over."
"Alright then," Hermione and Ron agreed before they drank their potion and returned through the entrance, unaffected by the purple flames.
Harry took the third bottle and drank it up. Once he finished the bottle, he walked towards the flames and reached his hand out, as he did so, the flames didn't bother him at all. He felt nothing and his hand looked perfectly fine. He moved forward as the black flames licked his body as he ended up at the other end of the chamber. He checked himself over to see that he was okay. "Are you okay, Sam," he asked his pet snake popping his head out the sleeve.
"Hellfire is much hotter than that black flame," Samuel said to his master. "We should hurry, I believe we are almost there."
Harry agreed and checked over his items as his sword and wand were still intact and when through the next chamber.
As Harry went deeper into the next chamber, he could feel his scar was hurting even more. 'It must mean Voldemort is close by. Snape must be with him,' Harry thought to himself as he descended the stairs. But to his surprise, it was neither Voldemort nor Snape. Standing in front of the Mirror of Erised was none other than the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Quirrell. "You? No, it can't be? Snape, he was-"
"Yes, he does seem the type," Quarrel smirked, not twitching or stuttering at all. "Next to him who would suspect p-p-p-poor, s-s-stuttering Professor Quirrell?" he said acting as if he was weak. He hissed as he held his right hand, which was bandaged up and had fresh blood dripping off it. "Damn dog."
"But that day during the Quidditch match. Snape tried to kill me, Harry said as he was confused.
"No, dear boy, I tried to kill you! And I would have succeeded if his cloak didn't catch on fire and broke my concentration. Even if he was muttering his little counterspell," Quirrell added.
"Snape was trying to save me," Harry asked, confused since the Potions Master didn't like him that much.
"I knew you were a danger to me right from the start. Especially after Halloween," Quirrell said.
"You were the one who let the troll in," Harry said. He should have known better, Quirrell was the one that shouted it was in the dungeon.
"Very good, Magne. Yes," Quarrel said cooly. "While everyone was in the dungeons, Severus cut me off at the third floor. After that, he never trusted me again." As Quirrell turned around, Harry's scar was hurting him once again. "He barely left me alone, but I'm never alone," he said as he examined the mirror. "Trust Dumbledore to come up with something like this. But he's in London and the Stone will be gone before he gets back. Now, what does this mirror do? I can see myself holding the stone, but how do I get it?"
"Use the boy," a cold voice whispered as Harry looked around, wondering where it came from.
Quirrell quickly turned around and eyed Harry. "Get over here, Magne! Now!"
Seeing as he had no other choice in the matter. Harry walked forward as he climbed down each step. "When I give the order, fight back," Harry muttered to Samael who was still in his sweater's sleeve as he got closer to Quirrell on the side and stood in front of the mirror. Harry looked deep into the mirror, thinking about how he just didn't want anybody else to get the stone. All he wanted to do was make sure that he could ruin Voldemort's chances of returning to full strength. Soon, he watched his reflection pull a fiery gemstone out from his pocket to show him. His reflection winked at him and placed the Stone back in his pocket. When he saw that, Harry felt something in his own pocket and realized that Dumbledore must have enchanted the mirror to hide the Stone so it only appeared to somebody that wouldn't use it for selfish reasons.
"What is it? What do you see," Quirrell asked impatiently.
"I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I won the House Cup," Harry lied as he didn't want Quirrell to know he has the Stone.
"He lies," the sinister voice said.
"Tell the truth! What do you see!"
"Let me speak to him."
"Master, you are not strong enough," Quarrel said with worry.
"I have strength enough for this," the voice reassured, prompting Quirrell to begin removing his turban. Harry backed away as he watched Quirrell make sure the back of his head faced the reflective surface of the mirror. Fully removing his turban, Quirrell showed that he had another face growing out of the back of his bald head. With the face revealed, it was warped-looking with snake-like eyes, a flattening nose, and pale skin. "Harry Potter, we meet again," the face said.
"Voldemort," Harry said with anger in his eyes, realizing that the appearance Quirrell now had was a result of the unicorn blood. Seeing the man that murdered his birth parents filled him with many emotions, but knew that he couldn't make any mistakes. However, as he thought, he then started to snicker, then laugh out loud. "Look at you. A mere parasite living on another. Not only that, but back during winter, Fred and George hit you in the face with snowballs! Wait until I tell them that they made the most-feared dark wizard eat snow," Harry chuckled.
"Enough with this childish taunting," Voldemort shouted.
"I am a child," Harry reminded with a smirk. "You're just on the back of somebody that's going to get stabbed," he added while bringing out his sword.
"That accursed blade," Voldemort hissed. "I don't know what sorcery it is made from, but I will destroy it. However, let me ask you one thing, Harry Potter. Don't you want to see your parents again? You know I have the power to do it. You can see them again. All you have to do is give me the Stone that's in your pocket."
Harry looked at the face with a raised brow and went into his pocket and took it out. "Bitch, I know a lie when I hear one," he said, tossing the stone in the air and swinging his sword at it like it was a baseball. Once the blade made contact with the stone, the alchemical artifact shattered into millions of tiny pieces. "And my last name is Magne, now," Harry said as he glared at the man with two faces, who was gawking at what just happened.
"Get him," Voldemort hissed out in anger. At his master's command, Quirrell snapped his fingers and flames erupted from behind the pillars around the room. "Don't be a fool. Why suffer a horrific death when you can join me and live," Voldemort said, offering a deal to Harry.
"Because I'm sure Lucifer wouldn't want me to accept a deal from a shitty wizard like you when you're on his list," Harry retorted before he ran forward with his sword raised.
Hearing the name of the Devil himself, Voldemort's eyes widened in fear before glaring at Harry again. "Disarm him," the Dark Lord instructed Quirrell before the dark wizard jumped at Harry and pinned his arm with one hand and choked him with his other.
"Sam, now," Harry managed to say, which made the snake attack Voldemort's vessel and bit down on his leg. With Samael providing a distraction, Harry shoved Quirrell wrestled away at the wizard's grasp and saw something unexpected. At a mere touch of his hand, Quirrell's hand began to burn away as it turned to ash.
Screaming in pain and confusion, Quirrell watched his hand disintegrate. "What is this magic!?"
"Fool, kill him," Voldemort commanded his vessel as Quarrel tried to reach for his wand, but Harry grabbed him by the face.
The Prince of Hell watched as Quirrell's face disintegrated right before him. Harry took his sword and gave one last line to the dark wizard. "Go to Hell," he said before decapitating him as the head flew in the air, before turning to ash. Harry let loose a sigh of relief as he shrunk his sword and Samael slithered on his master's shoulders. "Come on, Sam. Let's go back to the dorms," Harry told his pet, happy that their mission was said and done.
But as they turned around to see the flames blocking their path die down, an ominous cloud formed where Quirrell was. "Harry! Behind you," Samael hissed out as he warned Harry. Turning to see what it was, Harry watched as smoke from Quirrell's ashes formed into Voldemort's face and scarlet eyes glared at the boy.
"What the he-," Harry questioned before screaming when Voldemort's spirit flew through his body in an attempt to strike him down. But the most it did was knock him unconscious and leave him on the ground. Seeing that it couldn't do anything else, the Dark Lord's soul escaped from the chamber in retreat.
Samael slithered around Harry, hoping he was okay before a portal appeared out of the flames nearby. "Looks like I was a bit too late," said Lucifer Morningstar as he looked around the room. Seeing the numerous red shards scattered on the floor and Harry out cold, the King of Hell realized what happened. Smiling at the boy, Lucifer picked Harry up from the floor and started walking him up the stairs. "Well done, son. Well done."
And that is all ladies and gents! The Next chapter will be the end of the Sorceror Stone Arc as Harry will be back home in Hell and will interact with some Hazbin Hotel/ Helluva Boss characters. Don't have a lot to say but after the next Chapter, I will be going back to Hazbin May Cry. Special Thank you to WaterDragonMaverick for edits and suggestions. I also want to Thank AAAirsoft Media for the reviews and for giving this story a good grade. And thank all of you for reviewing and reading this story. Anyway I will see all of you back in Hell