#hell

[tampire]

Demonic Rizz

[porcelaintoybox23]

Sorry, they gave Yoo Joonghyuk, the only “male” master of breaking the sky SWORD technique a fucking gun?! I don’t care if I sound like some kinda purist. ORV shouldn’t have other adaptations. It only truly works as a written, or read aloud, story. It’s a story about written stories. It’s about the relationship between writer, reader, and protagonist.

The webtoon is as close to a decent adaptation one could hope for and it still falls short. Live action or anime will never properly adapt ORV. This isn’t one piece, they will not adequately adapt 551 chapters. How many shows last that long???

[angelsdean]

Both Heaven and Hell use human souls as currency and power. Heaven traps human souls in little personal dream-prisons so they remain content and complacent (like Michael did to Dean in his mind) so Heaven can then harness their soul power to "keep the lights on" in Heaven's offices and for angels to derive their power from.

Angel grace production is dependent on an angel's connection to the Heavenly Host. When they are cut off their grace becomes less potent and reproduction diminishes. When they are within the fold of Heaven, they are at full power. Hence why Cas's powers continue to diminish over time, even after his grace is "restored."

Later seasons muddles this lore when Naomi suggests that the diminished number of angels is the reason Heaven is barely keeping the lights on. A possible theory to bridge the gap between these varying lores, is that angels are a necessary conduit to "process" the raw soul energy into energy that can be used for maintaining Heaven. So, the more angels there are in Heaven, the more soul-energy that can be processed and converted into "grace" and other Heaven-supporting power. Now that there are few angels left, they can't keep up with the energy demands of Heaven. They have all those souls in cages, ready for processing, but not enough angels to do the processing.

Hell, on the other hand, uses human souls to create workers to continue to fuel Hell and propagate Hell's missions on Earth. Souls go to Hell to be tortured and transformed into demons. Hell doesn't have to worry about diminishing numbers because they can always make more demons. Making more demons is easy! It's a renewable resource. Unlike angels, which seems to be largely finite. (More angels could be theoretically created, as we see Jack attempt to do under Duma's guidance, but its methods are dubious and results unstable).

But Hell? Hell uses demons to make more demons. Both through the torture of souls and through the use of deals. Deals are how they draw in new meat. It's kind of MLM vibes. Demon mentors other demons. Those demons go out and make "sales" and draw in new souls to become demons. There are quotas. Analytics. Reports and performance reviews.

And Hell originated with Lucifer -- angel. Humans (souls) have always been a commodity to angels. The whole reason for the apocalypse WAS to cause death and destruction. The so-called "paradise" would be for the angels. Think of all the souls they could reap in the fallout of Lucifer and Michael's battle? All that power ripe for the taking?

It's also why Cas goes for the Purgatory souls when he needs power to defeat Raphael (many monsters were once human, so their souls function similarly). And it's why a soul-bomb could potentially kill a cosmic being like Amara (concentrated energy like that would be nuke-levels). It's why both Heaven and Hell hate hunters like the Winchesters for meddling and messing with their plans and not following so-called "fate", for choosing free will, thwarting apocalypses, saving those human souls from deaths where they could have become commodities for Heaven and Hell.

Heaven and Hell, while seemingly opposites, work in-tandem to keep humans on Earth subjugated. Heaven just has better "PR" as they say. But angels are not "the Good Guys" to Hell's "Bad Guys." And they both function similarly when it comes to their use of human souls.

[sagasimsworld]

[gara-meila-nox-satanic-witch777]

Hail Lord God Satan!

[creepyclothdoll]

The Devil's Wheel

The Devil’s Wheel

“If you say yes,” said the Devil, “a single man, somewhere in the world, will be killed on the spot. But three million dollars is nothing to sneeze at, missus.”

“What’s the catch?” You squint at him suspiciously over the red-and-black striped carnival booth. You’re smarter than he thinks you are– a devil deal always has a catch, and you’re determined to catch him before he catches you. 

“Well, the catch is that you’ll know you did it. And I’ll know, too. And the big man upstairs’ll know, I ‘spose. But what’s the chariot of salvation without a little sin to grease the wheels? You can repent from your mansion balcony, looking out at your waterfront views, sipping a bellini in your eighties. But hey, it’s up to you– take my deal or leave it.”

The Devil lights a cigar without a match, taking an inhale, and blowing out a cloud of deep, sweet-smelling tobacco laced faintly with something that reminds you of rotten eggs. If he does have horns, they’re hidden under his lemon yellow carnival barker hat. He wears a clean pinstripe suit and a red bowtie. No cloven hooves, no big pointy fork, but you know he’s the Devil without having to be told. Though he did introduce himself.

He’s been perfectly polite. 

You know you need the money. He knows it too, or he wouldn’t have brought you here, to this strange dark room, whisking you away from your new house in the suburbs as fast as a wish. Now you’re in some sort of warehouse, where all the windows seem to be blacked out– or, maybe, they simply look out into pitch darkness, though it is the middle of the day. A single white spotlight shines down on the two of you. 

“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” you say. “I bet the man is someone I know, right? My husband?”

“Could be,” the Devil says with a pointed grin. “That’s for the wheel to decide.”

He steps back and raises his black-gloved hand as the tarp flies off of the large veiled object behind him. The light of the carnival wheel nearly blinds you. Blinking lights line the sides. Jingling music blares over speakers you can’t see. The flickering sign above it reads:

THE DEVIL’S WHEEL

“Step right up and claim your fortune,” the Devil barks. “Spin the wheel and pay the price! Or leave now, and a man keeps his life.”

You examine the wheel. 

The gambling addict

The doting boyfriend

The escaped convict

The dog dad

The secretive sadist

“These are all the possible men I can kill?” You ask, thumbing the side of the wheel. It rolls smoothly in your hand. Then you quickly stop, realizing that this might constitute a spin under the Devil’s rules. He flashes a smile at you, watching you halt its motion. 

“Addicts, convicts, murderers– plenty of terrible options for you to land on, missus!”

“Serial wife murderer?”

“Now who would miss a fellow like that? I can guarantee that the whole world would be better off without him in it, and that’s a fact.”

The hard worker

The compulsive liar

The animal torturer

The widower

The desperate businessman

The failed musician

The beloved son

“My husband is on here too,” you say. 

“Your husband Dave, yes. The wheel has to be fair, otherwise there’s simply no stakes.”

“I know what’s gonna happen,” you say, crossing your arms. “This wheel is rigged. I’m gonna spin it around, and it’ll go through all the killers and stuff, and then it’s gonna land on my husband no matter what.”

“Why, I would never disgrace the wheel that way,” the Devil says, wounded. “I swear on my own mother’s grave– may she never escape it. In fact, take one free spin, just to test it out! This one’s on me, no death, no dollars.”

You cautiously reach up to the top of the wheel and feel its heaviness in your hand. The weight of hundreds of lives. But also, millions of dollars. You pull the wheel down and let it go.

Clackity-clackity-clackity-clackity

Round and round it goes. 

The college graduate

The hockey fan

The Eagle Scout

The cold older brother

The charming younger brother

The two-faced middle child

The perfectionist

The slob 

Your husband Dave

Clackity-clackity-clackity.

Finally, the wheel lands on a name. A title, really.

The photographer

“Hmm, tough, missus, but that’s the way of the wheel. But hey, look! Your husband is allllll the way over here,” he points with his cane to the very bottom of the wheel, all the way on the other side from where the arrow landed. “As you can see, it’s not rigged. The wheel truly is random.”

“So… there really isn’t another catch?” You ask. 

“Isn’t it enough for you to end a man’s life? You need a steeper price? If you’re really such a glutton for punishment, I’ll gladly re-negotiate the terms.”

“No, no… wait.” You examine the wheel, glancing between it and the Devil.

You really could use that three million dollars. Newly married, new house, you and your husband’s combined debt– those student loans really follow you around. He’s quite a bit older than you, and even he hasn’t paid them off yet, to the point where the whole time you were dating you watched him stress out about money. You had to have a small, budget wedding, and a small, budget honeymoon. Three million dollars could be big for the two of you. You could re-do your honeymoon and go somewhere nice, like Hawaii, instead of just taking two weeks in Atlantic City. You deserve it. 

Even so, do you really want to kill an innocent photographer? Or an innocent seasonal allergy sufferer? Or an innocent blogger? Just because you don’t know or love these people doesn’t mean that someone doesn’t. 

The cancer survivor

The bereaved

The applicant

Some of these were so vague. They could be anyone, honestly. Your neighbors, your father, your friends…

The newlywed

The ex-gifted kid

The uncle

The Badgers fan

“My husband is a Badgers fan,” you say.

“How lovely,” the Devil says. 

Then it hits you.

Of course.

The weightlifter.

The careful driver.

The manager.

The claustrophobe.

Your husband Dave lifts weights at the gym twice a month. You wouldn’t call him a pro, but he does it. He also drives like he’s got a bowl of hot soup in his lap all the time, because he’s afraid of being pulled over. He just got promoted to management at his company, and he takes the stairs to his seventh-story office because he hates how small and cramped the elevator is.

“I get your game,” you announce. “You thought you could get me, but I figured you out, jackass!” “Oh really? What is my game, pray tell?” The Devil responds, leaning against his cane.

“All these different titles– they’re all just different ways to describe the same guy. My husband isn’t one notch on the wheel, he’s every notch. No matter what I land on, Dave dies. I’m wise to your tricks!” 

The Devil cackles. 

“You’re a clever one, that’s for sure. I thought you’d never figure it out.”

“Thanks but no thanks, man,” you say with a triumphant smirk. “I’m no rube. No deal. Take me back home.”

“As you wish, missus,” the Devil says. He snaps his fingers, and you’re gone, back to your brand-new house with your new husband. “Don’t say I never tried to help anyone.”

[giulscomix]

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[666candies]

The Fairy of the Moon, circa 1891. Painted by Hermann Kaulbach.

[imaginationengine]

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Here it is! My new short comic: "Welcome to Hell" 🔥🔥🔥

I'll be working on more instalments in the coming weeks and months! Please like, reblog and follow if you'd like to see more of this series 😈

[loukhoart]

Hi ! Love this girl so much, drawing her is so cool and relaxing ^^ Hope you'll enjoy it, guys !

[1dkh0wt0n4m3m7s3lf]

AND YOU'RE TELLING ME LILITH LEFT THAT MAN

HE'S SO CUTE JUST LOOK AT HIM

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

Hellish Maggot

[weirdlookindog]

John Martin (1789-1854) - Fallen Angels in Hell, c. 1841

[khorazir]

For today’s and tomorrow’s @dbdpromptober : Blood & Hell