#fallintohell

[musingsofaleaf]

Kohl's fall to Hell. Kohl is a Sinner OC. Non-binary. In this fic they haven't yet revealed their name. --------------------------- “No.” As obstinate with their last breath, as with their first piercing yowl. They died in defiance. They clung to their refusal. 

There was darkness and nothing… 

So much nothing. Disembodied. Their thoughts arrayed in the black limitless void. They tried to reach for their memories, precious flashes of something in the darkness. 

An old man hunched over his work desk—sparkling bits and bobs all in precise places.

The brightest thoughts. Joyful pieces, true delight, and the repulsive bits. The middling memories, thoughts, and fears had no spark. They were left to drift. 

Coal fires in the distance, smokey stacks over the dusky sky…and a lady leaning over her balcony. Vacant eyes.

Everything they were is scattered in the void. Their living name and all the nicknames are kept a guarded secret.  Slowly over ages untold, they grasp at the brightest bits…and then…

They’re falling. They feel, heat and air. They can breathe! The sweet memories of breathing and muscles moving reignite, but it’s all jumbled and feels like a …

Some things have been rearranged, and gaps have been filled. It’s a natural form and yet not the original. 

A flash against the darkened red sky is mostly ignored by Hell’s denizens. Whatever mechanism transforms and transports souls at least ensures a safe materialization. The landing on the other hand is a gamble.

Watching the city get closer with great alarm. The nameless denizen waved their arms frantically. Adjusting their descent only minimally. No wings for this sinner. “Haha…I’m gunna fuckin’ die again~! Fuck~!” There’s no time to adjust to gangly new features or to account for the changes they’ve taken on beyond the coal-black hands frantically trying to cling to the air. A bright roof is now directly below them. Some sign sparkling bright but they can’t really take account of what it says because they’re trying not to smack headfirst into the building. Trying to twirl in the air to fall feet first to an equally dead-death. There’s a near-sonic boom as the streak slams into magic and material. New structures creak and split as they careen through the upper floor and the next and several others. Face down on a cracked floor, arms and legs akimbo. The fact they can feel every fracture, tells them they survived. Charlie and Vaggie are the first to find the sinner, passed out and twitching in the 2nd floor. There are layers of holes through which Vaggie observed the red-tinged sky. “Oh my gosh!” “Wait Charlie, what if they’re bad news?” Vaggie holds her spear at the ready. Her eye narrowed while she tried to piece together what was going on. The noise and commotion has already alerted other residents. She can hear Angel and Husk coming up the stairs. 

Charlie pulls the sinner free of the depression on the floor. “We can’t just leave them.” “What the fuck?” Husk stays back, drink in hand. Angel Dust steps towards Charlie, his head tilted to the side as he observes the twitching Sinner. “Holy shit! It’s a baby Sinner. Fresh off the choppin’ block!” The spider cracked a wide grin. Grabbing one leg as Charlie and Vaggie grabbed the other. With some help from Husk, the poor dude was freed and laid out on the floor. 

“How can you tell? What if they just got punted across the city?”  Vaggie logically doubts the passed-out Sinner purposefully crashed into the hotel. The chances of a new Sinner falling into the hotel were even slimmer. “Don’t Sinners materialize on the ground or closer to it? Considering the damage, this Sinner had to have come from high up.”

“Nah, the smell says it all. Like they have a strong absence of anything to them. Also the fact their clothes look like they’ve shredded to accommodate their new form.” Folding his second arms and planting his first on his hips Angel was certain in his deduction. Husk swiped a piece of tin foil and paper from the floor. He sniffed it and tossed it at Charlie “ Earth chocolate bar wrapper just fell outta their pocket. ‘Less they got some strong connections, most folks just stick to Hell equivalent brands. Ain’t worth the effort for Earth brand.” Charlie knelt and tapped at the side of the Sinner’s face with her palm. “Vaggie!” Charlie's eyes blew wide open, excitement racing through her. What if they could be the first contact this Sinner had in Hell? What if they could reform a new Sinner before they were influenced by bad experiences in Hell? “Howdy down there…odd weather we’re getting. Ha! Hah?” From above Lucifer peeked through the layers of holes. “If you’d wanted a skylight all you had to do was ask.”  Slipping down the holes and landing on the 2nd floor Lucifer brushed off some invisible dirt. “Oh? Is this a new guest Charlie?” Snapping a finger the holes sealed up and some of the debris arranged itself. Charlie bounced up and grabbed Vaggie in a hug. Her arms draped over the angel who smiled fondly. “Dad! It’s a baby Sinner! We’re going to look after them and raise them to be redeemed.”

Observing the body on the floor Lucifer, nodded his head, a smile in place. “Well if anyone can do it, it’ll be you Apple Pie. But can I make a tiny, eensy little suggestion?”

“Oh course Dad~! Your advice is always appreciated.”

“Maybe…get the Sinner bandaged up and out of the hallway?”

“Oh…”

A groan of pain rumbled from the twitching  Sinner on the floor.