lilithism:
@back-to-hetalia-hell
Lilith was overseeing the final touches on Bloodsaught, the Grand General’s warhammer. The Lieutenants had been seen to, and were prepared for the march should the worst happen. But Invernus was going to be her final trump card, to be set loose within Heaven’s gates as one final, desperate attempt to turn the tide of a war she hoped to never see.
Her hellish blacksmith continued his rhythmic hammering, the giant anvil being used to create the General’s grand warhammer, though it more resembled a warmace than anything. The giant Hellhound snarled as he slammed the hammer to the white hot steel, and the sparks were seen in the reflection of the Queen’s eyes. Her chin lifted as hate and violence were fueled into the warhammer’s creation, to give its terrible attacks the power to devastate swaths of land.
What she didn’t expect, however, was the influx of power. Leviathan had allowed another soul through, though this one had great and terrible power as well. Yet it was different from when Alastor had joined Hell; this one seemed almost like it had once been a guardian, or a soldier. And even more surprised was the Queen when that soul veered off from where it normally would have landed, and headed straight for where the husk of Invernus was stored. A pillar of dark purple and green light was seen, arcing into a cone before it shot back down to seemingly go back into the husk itself.
Lilith narrowed her eyes and snapped her fingers, disappearing in purple and black smoke and reappearing much the same way, right in front of the now glowing husk. One eye was narrowed, the opposite brow lifting high,
“What are you playing at..”
You know, when people describe death as a great white light at the end of a long dark tunnel, they are full of utter shit. There was nothing but all-consuming pitch-black darkness, no form of light to be seen within the infinite expanse of the space now surrounding him. There was no scenes of his long life flashing before his eyes, he didn’t see the wars, and all of the strife he had been apart of, he didn’t see the faces of those he had failed, that he had condemned in the line of duty due to faulty judgment or misinformation.
There was nothing, those past regrets washed away being flooded out with a sense of peace, their faces were no longer jeering or blaming him for their fall...He guess they got one thing right, everything felt weightless, the burden of life being lifted and just a liberating sense of peace filling you being; hell, he couldn’t remember when he had last felt this way, then again, did he ever feel this way? Vaughly the man wondered if there was a heaven or hell, by no means was he a religious person by any stretch, he wasn’t atheist either. However, with how things were currently going he assumed that there was nothing but this black expanse, did this embody the remains of the afterlife? If so, he hoped he didn’t feel anything, otherwise eternity in this abyss would be torture.
Being pulled from all the thoughts roaming through his head, the man felt a tug, huh, that was new, the tug happened once more, this time the soul being shot through the void by some unseen force. All he could emmit was a strangled yell before a swirling vortex of dark purple and green intertwining with each other filled his vision, shortly followed by the familiar but so different weight of limbs, heavily armored limbs at that, god was this weird, as hot air-filled his lungs the man was pulled from his daze, was he...alive? no that couldn’t possibly be the case...Bright sky blue eyes bore into sharply slitted silver, there was a hot flash of panic when she addressed him
“I, um, hello madam, could you perhaps tell me where I am?” fluent german filtered out in a deep baritone escaped the confused deadman
