Layers.

This is the Hass Layer.

Layer 6: Hass

Lucy saw how the demon got closer. It was not a particular large demon, this one was only as large as Luna. Yet it was as scary if not scarier as an 50-feet tall demon if not more so. The aura of threat that was coming from this demon was strong, very strong. The demon didn't even look very impressive, only having red skin, longer arms than most humans with 2 joints on each instead of only one, the eyes were glowing in red and oval in form, the nose was upside down, the mouth had normal teeth except two small tusks that went downwards, stubby fingers who had pointy spikes coming out of them, the legs on the other hand had only one joint each but that joint was clearly seen because the flesh there was ripped way, while the feet in contrast were green and the toenails had faces, faces that looked like tormented souls and the demon had a glimmering aura, not very powerful looking, but it was uncanny looking, an aura that was subtle, yet very ominous and threatening in away Lucy was not able to grasp completely.
The demon took another step in Lucy's direction, and it was the scariest thing for the young girl what happened to her in her young live. She didn't know why but this demon coming closer to her was a very scary thought. She could imagine scarier looking creatures but this demon scared Lucy more than anything scarier she has seen or could imagine. Every fiber in her being wanted to run, every braincell screamed to get away, her feet wanted to move but they were striking, her mouth wanted to shout for help, wanted to do ANYTHING.
But she was only able to do nothing.
The demon raised his right hand and stretched it out after Lucy. The air around the hand was glimmering as well, making it impossible to see what was behind that air anymore, it was a blurred mass, kinda looking like drunken fog,
Lucy knew this hand was about to grab her and to bring her to an unspeakable place.
She still was unable to move.

She knew this demon would do terrible things to her.
She didn't care.
She wanted this.

Lucy awoke in shock and fear. The entire nightmare was frightening but especially the ending. Why wanted she to be taken away by the demon?

Lucy rubbed her eyes. As she opened them, she saw the demon for a second again before it vanished also once again. She rubbed her head next, trying to figure out why she was dreaming and daydreaming about this. She knew she liked the dark stuff but being imprisoned in hell would be too much even for her, right?
The Goth looked down, seeing Lana sleeping with her head in Lucy's lap. Stressed out she tried to calm herself via petting the head of her little sister. Lana wouldn't like to lose a sister after having lost her dog already and Lucy didn't want to give Lana even more grief, not to mention the rest of her family. She didn't want to stay in hell, she only wanted to liberate Charles. Hell was bad, it would even be bad for her, there was no way hell would be good for her. Lucy doubted demons would welcome her with open arms just because she was a goth, liked to talk with the dead, tried to invoke magic, loved the color black, liked skeletons, spend much of her time on graveyards, reading books about embalming, having learned how to embalm dead animals, wanting to learn how embalm dead humans, founded her own graveyard for dead family pets on the Loud House backyard, wanted to paint the bathroom black, secretly loved to be able to jumpscare everyone in the house, still hoped that Santa Clause would deliver her a copy of the Necronomicon, bought books on demonology, bought books about witches, knows exactly how decomposition works, studied the ways people can die, slept in a sarcophagus, had a bat as a pet, avoided the sun, loved dark poetry, loved horror stories, loved horror movies, loved horror videogames, loved horror animation, loved horror comics, loved horror animes, loved horror puppet theater, loved horror operas, loved horror in general and loved the horror of Uwe Boll production.

Lucy didn't want to land in hell. Or… Be a demon in hell? Maybe just a spectator? Perhaps get a season pass? Maybe a livestream? A livestream to hell sounded nice. Yes, a permanent livestream, where she could watch the demons march through hell, watch how the souls of the damned get tortured, watch the fallen Angels spinning intrigues and lies against heaven, demons try to seduce mortals into sin, fight each other, buy groceries, go on vacation, go to bed, do a little dance and train for the final battle during the Apocalypse.

Lucy looked around and spotted Lana laying besides her, sleeping. Lucy doesn't remember when they both fell asleep. She was sure her last memory was of the two working on the hole, digging deeper. She wondered if she and Lana were so tired they just fell asleep and this was the reason they couldn't remember anything. Lucy touched Lana's arm carefully, wanting to see if this was real and to give comfort to her little sister. But maybe she needed the comfort herself.
"Uh…" Lana moaned and moved a little. "A few more minutes Lori…"

"But our task is important," reminded Lucy her little sister. "We have to rescue Charles."

"Oh…", Lana got up. "Yes, right you are not Lori."
"I don't use my smartphone enough to be her."
Lana chuckled. "Also, I don't want to drink Lori's blood, but yours I really want to drink.
Before Lucy really knew what she was told Lana's mouth turned it into one full of razor-sharp teeth and jumped Lucy, biting her hard in the throat.
Lucy woke up again, immediately feeling for her throat. Everything was fine, no wound or blood there. Lana was still sleeping besides her once again. Lucy was a bit nervous to wake her up again but also excited about the prospect after she calmed herself down. She carefully stroked over Lana's right arm to wake her up.
"Lana?"
Lana stirred like last time and it went like last time, minus the part where Lana tried to bite open the neck of the Goth Loud which was disappointing for Lucy but only for one short second
"Do you think we can reach Lori's smartphone from hell?"
"I am not too sure. Should we try it?" asked Lucy. "I mean… I doubt it would hurt us. Much." Lucy took out her smartphone and called Lori. Somebody on the other end took the call. "Lori?"
"Yes? Hi, Lucy. How are you?"
"I am fine, Lori. How are you and is everything okay on your end?"
"I guess so, yet everybody here is still down because of Charles death."
"Did something odd happened at your end?" asked Lucy. "Something unusual, something scary, something unexplainable?"
"Not really. Nothing unusual happening here. Aside from… We are all still sad because… You know."
"Yes, yes. So, nothing scary happened on your side?"
"No, no scares. Well, you aren't here to jumpscare us right now."
"I never do that on purpose," defended Lucy. "You are just not perceptive enough."
"You suddenly appeared before my eyes after I blinked very quickly. I almost fell onto my bottom because of that. Also almost down the stairs."
"Sorry," apologized Lucy sincerely. "I don't know how I am doing that. Nobody notices me until I raise my voice. I would make a great career as a scout or a ninja."
"Or as a slasher villain or as a professional jump scare in movies or video games," Lori joked. "You could scare better than these animatronics from that game in the pizzeria. What was the name of that game again? Five nights at… Fridolin's?"

"That is not the name, Lori."
"Frederick's?"
"Neither is that."
"Franz's?"
"No."
"Feinstein's?"
"Wrong name."
"Feuerstein?"
"Also wrong."
"Fergerson's?"
"Not correct either."
"Fullers?"

"Do I love the color yellow?"
"Findley's?"
"Never heard it."
"Fullbrecht's?"
"Are you serious?"
Lori was sighing. "Whatever. Case in point: You would make for a great jumpscaring animatronic, Lucy Loud."

"Thank you, Lori," said Lucy without any form of sarcasm. "And every family member is alright?"
"I didn't saw them for a while but I think they should be okay."
"Can you check on them please?"
"Maybe not a bad idea. They should have grieved enough on their own by now. I could need a talk myself…" Lori sounded gloom. "It is not easy, not for the older ones, not for the younger ones. Not for our parents either. Not to mention the other pets."

"How are our other pets doing?" asked Lucy. "I know that Fangs and the other bats are gloom but I haven't seen after the other animals so far."
"Cliff is sitting in his favorite place, barely moving, Geo lets himself be rolled around in his ball, Walt, is laying on his bird perch and I really don't know what is going on with your animals, Lana. Should I look for them?"
"Yes, please do," requested Lana (she was hearing the conversation because Lucy put her Smartphone on loud), also a bit worried about the current situation. "Look after my animals, see if my animals are okay."
"Of course Lana, give me a second."
Lana and Lucy waited for Lori's report and the younger one played nervously with her pigtails. She didn't knew why she was so nervous, her animals were all in good health.
Like Charles before he became ill.
Lana banished dark thoughts and fears from her mind and awaited Lori's response.
"Lori here, I see your snake El Diablo and he looks good, Hops is sleepings and your other reptiles appear to be happy as well. Just to be sure I will check on the personal animals of the others as well."
A few seconds later Lori said. "Gary, the Bunny of Luan is listlessly nibbling at some food, he looks sad. Sad as we all, really."
"What about Bitey?" asked Lana nervously.
"Your rat? Let me have a look."
Lana continued nervously for her oldest sister's answer. She had really bad feeling. She didn't knew why. Cliff wouldn't eat any of the other pets, he never showed any interest in that. There was playful biting but that was something different and so was playfighting, Cliff was careful with the other pets. Why did she thought Cliff would eat Bitey? El Diablo could do it as well, Lana had to feed him with other mice after all because he was a carnivore.
"Lana?"
Lana needed a few seconds to answer her sister. "Yes, Lori?"
"Bitey looks well physically but…I don't know how to describe it."
"What is it?!" asked Lana nervously. "What is with Bitey?"
"Bitey is eating Lola's head. Bitey's face sticks out of Lola through a hole in her head."
Lana said nothing.

"Well, have to run," said Lori in a casual and normal tone. "See you later, love you!"
Lana's expression was one of utter irritation and fear. Lori was making a tasteless joke, that was the only good explanation, no the only explanation that was rational and sane. Yet, Lori never made such jokes, not even Luan make a joke that dark. Not so tasteless, crass, sadistic and outright evil. Was this even Lori?
Could Lana be sure this had been Lori?
"Lori, you will give me a better answer immediately!" shouted Lana and phoned Lori again. "Lori, you will explain to me why you make such a terrible joke about Lola and Bitey!"
"Who is this?" asked a voice Lana didn't know. "Why do you ask for Lori?"

"Is that the name of the person I just pierced through the kidneys?"
"Y… WHAT?!"
"She is bleeding out before my eyes, pretty brutal, looks painful. Her face makes a pained expression in any case, she contorts in pain, shaking, she is vomiting and I think she tries to call for help."
"WHERE IS SHE?!" shouted Lana into her smartphone. "WHERE IS LORI?!"
"Here, dying. I just said that, are you stupid?"
"WHERE ARE YOU?!"
"With Lori you moron, do I need to repeat myself again?! Oh, now she is puking blood and a few of her teeth. The teeth look also rotten and with some spots of sickly green there and there."

"MONSTER!", shouted an enraged Lana. "I WANT MY SISTER, YOU WILL TELL ME WHERE SHE IS RIGHT NOW!"
"Behind you."
Lana started to shake like a plastic cup standing in the middle of an earthquake. She was scared beyond belief but she slowly turned around to the voice she heard behind her.

"Lana, I asked you a question."
Lana behold Lucy.
"Have you ever seen a soul damned to be tortured for all eternity?"

Lynn Loud was full of hatred.
She hated, hated so much her body could barely contain it. Her hatred felt like it could and should be contained by a supertanker instead. If that supertanker crashed that hate could drown an entire country, drown them in pure rage and hate. She could have printed out her hate and it would make for 9.1 million books about hate and nothing but hate, with most words being the word hate.

She didn't knew why she hated so much and she hated that as well, she hated the fact that hate existed, that love existed, that apathy existed, that sadness existed, hated that stupidity existed, that intelligence existed, hated that feelings existed, hated that her family existed, hated that the Casagrande's existed, hated that families existed in general, hated that humans existed, hated that families existed at all, hated that this planet existed, hated that the solar system existed, hated that the universe existed, hated that atoms existed, hated that electrons existed, hated that neutrons existed, hated that hate existed and hated that existence existed.
Her room was destroyed, she hated it anyway.
Her trophies were smashed, she never was proud of them anyway.
Her sports gear was torn apart, she thought it was garbage.
The floor was stomped in, she hated to walk over it as well.
The walls were punched to debris, she hated the colors of them.
Her bed was broken and in pieces, she hated to sleep.
Her windows were smashed, she hated cold air but she hated her window even more.
The door was split in two, she hated doors.
The ceiling had been torn down, she hated that ceiling for a long time now.
The bloody body of Lucy was in the center of the room, her chest ripped open, Lynn had hated her since the day she was born.
Lucy's bed was cut in half, she hated that bed and the color black.
The toys of both sisters lay in pieces on the ground, toys were for kids anyway.
The mobiliary was destroyed as well, Lynn had hated mobiliary for a long time now.
The doorframe had been crushed, Lynn slightly disliked the frames of doors.
Lynn Louds mouth produced foam nonstop, she hadn't rabies, she was just angry. She was so angry that she wasn't just producing foam but bloody foam. She was gnashing her teeth so hard that one might think they would break any second. Her eyes were not just bloodshot but actually were nothing but blood. Two dark pupils were in the middle, like small island in a nightmarish sea of terror. These mad eyes looked at everything with concentrated anger, expected to attack anyone, looking for things because the want to destroy everything. Her fingers were twitching, vibrating for anger even, if they could they would bend into impossible directions from all the anger and balling into fists repeatedly. Her muscles were convulsing on her entire body, up and down they were shaking, empowered by Lynn' wrath. Her legs were going up and down which made her feet stomping, the floor under her was creaking and cracking, breaking and splintering. It looked like the entire floor would break soon enough under all her stomping.
Lynn was so wrathful she even forgot her own name, the names of her friends and family, where she was, in which country she was living, her own gender, the clothes she was wearing, forgot that she was a human, that she forgot she was alive, she forgot how her body worked, she forgot how to move, she forgot how to think, she forgot how to walk, she forgot how to grab, forgot how to use her legs, forgot how to use her mouth, forgot how to talk, forgot how to bent, forgot how to jump, forgot how to run, she forgot how to hear, she forgot how to see, forgot how to feel, forgot how to smell, forgot how to speak, forgot how to stand and she even forgot how to breath.
There lay a mass of flesh on the ground, writhing, pulsating, turning, twisting, convulsing, slithering, gurgling, worming, crawling, swelling, swelting, swathing, moaning, screeching, sneering and suffering. It didn't know what they was, where they was, what they wanted, what they was laying on, what was happening, what they felt and what anything was.
Lucy didn't knew what she was looking at, she didn't knew why it was laying in her and Lynn's room, what it could do, what species it was, how to describe its appearance, why it looked so alien, why it appeared to be angry, why it made such incomprehensible wrathful sounds who also sounded completely chaotic and nonsensical and why it felt familiar despite the absolute alien appearance.
Lucy, took the unknown being into her hands to inspect it closer, not fearing the unknown nature of this being. She inspected it closely, she took in its smell of concentrated wrath, it felt like it wanted to rend the hands it was holding asunder, even writhing more than before and it looked like it was the incarnation of wrath.
Nothing but wrath, mindless, aimless, heartless, fearless, merciless, tactless, humorless, helpless, functionless and useless.
Lucy took the angry being with her. She took this thrashing creature of pure wrath down the stairs. She knew exactly what she would do with this creature.

"What is this?"

"What is what, Lucy?"
Lucy looked up to Lana. "Excuse me? What did I say?"
"What is what? What are you talking about?"

"Lana, I talked… I talked… I… Talked… Talking." Lucy blinked. "I was talking? Did I talk to you? What did I talk about? Did you start the talking, Lana?"
"No? You were talking, Lucy. I wasn't talking. What were you talking about?"
Lucy waited for a few seconds. She thought for several more. She finally shook her head. "I don't think that I was talking. I apologize for the confusion."
Lana looked around nervously. "We need to finish this faster. The situation becomes stranger and stranger. If we stay to long here, we might go insane, Lucy. We free Charles, we make sure his soul makes its way to heaven, we gather our stuff and get out of here."
"Yes, you are right, I am getting more nervous to my surprise. Not just a little bit nervous. I may even feel… Fear? Fear. A lot of fear. Fear like… Actual fear? Is this what true fear feels like? I am scared."
"It is normal to feel scared, Luce."
"Not for me Lana, I don't fear what other people fear. I like the fear, I like to feel fear. I enjoy it. Enjoy the fear usually. But this…" Lucy shivered. "This is a fear I dislike, a fear I can't enjoy, a fear that is more negative than positive. I don't know how that can be, I love scary stuff. Why should I dislike it now?"
"Because humans usually dislike what they fear?" answered Lana but it sounded more like a question. "Didn't you know that?"
"Of course I knew that," answered Lucy truthfully. "But I am different in that respect as you know. I don't feel fear so easily, I do not get scared lightly, I am not intimidated easily, nothing makes me running away so easily either and oblivion looks more nice than terrible to me."
"What is it what scares you, sis?" asked Lana in a worried tone. "What is so bad that it can scare even you? Was Lynn dead? Were Mom and Dad dead? Was Lincoln dead? Was Lola dead? Is Luna dead? Did any of our sisters or family die?"
"No, I saw… I saw… I… I… You know… It was… I can't describe it, it was so… Unexpected. Unable… How could… It… Him… She… What happened… No, how it… Oh, by the gods, it… Can you imagine how…? I mean… That fate…"
"You are talking nonsense, sis." Worriedly, Lana kneeled down to her older sister who was sitting on the ground. "You don't have to describe it if you don't want too. I don't need to know it. Just remember that I am here for you. I am here for all my sisters."
The Goth was shaken. She tried to understand what she saw but was unable too. It was terrible, it was unholy, it was not natural even for horror standards, it was a horror which she was unable to describe, unable to fathom, unable to make sense of it and worst of all unable to like it.
She usually could get something out of all kinds of horror, but this time it was different. She thought she would go insane from whatever she saw but she didn't. She wished for a bit she would had gone insane. With insanity she would have an easier time to bear what she witnessed because insanity would stop her mind from understanding things. She understood that this horror she witnessed was incredible difficult to define. She had read the stories of Lovecraft and his descriptions of unspeakable terror which were great for atmosphere but not if you experienced it yourself. If you saw the unspeakable itself comprehension was not possible and trying to comprehend made it even worse. It made clear to the thinker that there are things that can't be understood regardless of how hard you thought about it.
"I need a spell to erase memories," mumbled Lucy to herself.

Layer 6: Hass has ended. 2 more layers await our two heroines.
Schließe niemals deine Augen.