hell based starter for @gravestained
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growing up, everyone told her hell was hot. her little-girl brain pictured it as a fire pit, all the bad people burning for their sins. claire vowed to never be a bad person and end up burning eternally. no, no, when she died, she’d fly to heaven and spend forever amongst angels, dressed in white silks, barefoot in meadows.
but the world has a funny way of flipping things upside down. instead, her life was ended with a knife in the stomach, not how she planned. but she did not soar to the clouds. her soul became a plaything, a way to spite the holy figures. look how something so pure can do such bad things.
nowadays, claire has become used to her role. she no longer sobs when she’s forced to kill something. sometimes, she doesn’t pray before bed. nobody answers them, anyways. but something must have shifted in her because she fought back, however long ago, and refused to kill, disobeyed her duties, landing her here.
it’s a strange, quiet road. pale houses line the gravel road, but were considerably spaced apart. people look out the windows, but never leave. she’s been walking for days, barefoot, feet torn from the small rocks. but claire knows better than to try and enter a house. who knows what horrors await her inside the wood walls.
it’s cold, but sunny. claire was not given a jacket, only a thin white dress. goosebumps line her arms and legs and she wants to curl into a ball on the tall dead grasses. her throat is dry and she’d do anything for water right now. but everything is bone dry.
up ahead, she sees the shape of a person. a person! is her punishment over? have they come to collect her? with desperate hope, she walks faster towards them, crying out hoarsely, “hey! hey!”