A place that is far away from the center of hell. This place is home to one of the eight completed sinned soul. A half god-like entity, it is a terrible thing. But even these terrible things can have a personality.
This sinned soul is a greedy one. Or something that loves to hoard anything and everything.
The place that it inhabits is beautiful. It possesses all miracles of nature and everything that can be considered beautiful. However, this place is packed together very tightly. Everything feels so dense and impossible. Like everything is hoarded together into one without any purpose.
Such hoarding has caused the waterfalls to falls from the ground into the volcanos to make a land of flowers that has no end. The flowers grow from the ground, water and air. There is no ending to this madness as even time has some flowers within itself that slows the flow of time.
Another of these strange miracles is a sea that breaks like ice in desert to reveal a field of rice. The rice itself is health and tasty. But nobody who can eat it ever.
These strange hoarded natural beauties are kept together very tightly. The field of flowers it only few meters away form the sea that breaks.
This density can even be felt in the air. The air is hard to move within. It is like water but it hasn't changed its state into water. That changed is refused by a greater power to let it be.
The sinned soul doesn't desire it to ruin the beautiful nature. Even though the nature itself looks a little messy and disturbing. There is no natural about this place whatsoever.
This creature is a sinned soul after all. There is no normalcy within its dead heart.
However, even though the sinned soul has taken all these miracles and put them in one place. It has never kept it to itself. Anyone can enjoy that "Beauty of nature" if they so desire.
With that logic this sinned soul is quite generous as it has kept such miracles at one place. It isn't made of greed, it is charity. A Half god of Charity, a virtue. Although, even a virtue can be twisted into a horror no human can imagine.
It is Charity. But even if it is a charitable one. Nobody can ever see hoarded place of miracles. That's because it is also as dangerous as it is beautiful. Fleshy creatures aren't at all seem inside of this hellish beauty. They are much too fragile to survive in here.
Every natural miracle is as twisted as the sinned soul.
One of these natural miracles is being traversed by someone, a fleshy creature that is not from here. It doesn't belong here. It has come from outside and it dares to live here. This fleshy creature, woman, is as beautiful as the nature around her. She is perfection. A beautiful perfection.
The miraculous nature around this fleshy creature is green. Green leaves, ground that is filled with green grass, green tress that literally reaches the sky and the air that looks a little greenish. However, this greenery is ruined by a different color, red.
Blood drips down form her body as she moves through this hell. There are many cuts on her body that are caused by this greenish place.
Each leave is sharp as a blade. Not just leaves but grass, tree and even the air itself acts as a blade. Whenever she moves, hundreds of blades cut her up from different direction.
But regardless of such a ridiculous situation, she is still surviving here. One of the methods that she is using to survive this scenario is her wings. (Yes, she possesses wings. Four of them to be exact)
She can't fly as it is too cramped in here. She would be turned to minced meat if she does that. So, she just has to use them as limbs to grab on the trees so she can move without stepping onto the needle like grass. Her main body is coiled together and protected by her main limbs.
It is better to lose some of her limbs then get her organs sliced open. Her organs are quite unusual and perfect. But she belong inside of her body. That's where they belong.
It isn't perfect as she still suffers many cuts cause of leaves and her wings have also lost most of its feathers. But some sacrifices have to be made if she wants to keep herself alive. Pain is only the first path to freedom.
Perhaps, one day she will be able to get out of this infinitely hoarded place of everything. She has send that to herself many times. When will that day come? So many times again and again she hoped to leave from this hellish place. But it never ends.
After escaping form one miracle, she enters another that is as much dangerous as the last one. But she still persist. That is because she knows that one day. She will know of his awaking and come to know that her time will soon be over in this hoarded hell. And it seem to be now.
A little smile makes its way into her beautiful face and so, she speaks to herself.
"So, you are back King."
***
After a month of unconsciousness, Skin has finally come back to her senses. These days were a blank to her. She doesn't remember anything after wearing that dark crown.
Why did she wear that cursed crown anyways? What was the purpose of it? What did she gain from torturing herself?
Memories of her love rushes back into her head.
"MAN-MAN!!!"
She panics and doesn't even pay attention to her restrained body. She only wants to know if Man-man is alright. She doesn't care about her own well-being. If he is dead then she may as well die.
But no, her heart beats and feels a tug by another beating heart. This beating heart belongs to him, Man-man. Her blessing has become a gateway for both to feel each other's statue.
It doesn't provide much. But at least, it tells her that he is alive. That is enough for her. She can relax now.
She does want to relax though. She feels tired and exhausted. But currently, she is in a very uncomfortable position.
Skin looks around her surroundings and finds that she is in a dark jailcell of sorts. It is solid and has no straight way out of here. Not to mention, her own restrains.
Her hands are pierced in place by iron nails, her feet are shut on the ground and her neck has a unique contraption. This contraption will trigger and rip off her head if she uses a blessing that may change her body shape or just try to forcefully try to remove it.
It looks quite intimidation to any Chosen. But to Skin, she finds it as another thing that she has to break with brute force. She also has her self-love with her. It will probably keep her alive if she were to lose her head.
Probably.
So, with a smile on her face and desire to find Man-man. She pushes herself to release herself. But before she could do that. An unfamiliar voice interrupts her.
"Please don't do that. It would make things even more difficult."
Skin's bright red eyes stare straight ahead. Trying to see through the veil of darkness. A little silence remains for a few second. But then the voice reveals itself, it is tiny woman.
Her appearance is unique as it is clean and dirt free. In hell, it is rare to see someone so clean. But now that she thinks about it is pretty obvious who could it be.
'Who else but guideless.'
The tiny woman wears a clean clothes and heavy clothes. It doesn't make sense to Skin how can someone even move in these. Her whole getup is a detriment for survival. This tiny woman would die in just few seconds of stepping into the lands of hell.
Skin herself is always practically naked. It never bothers her as touching another who she loves with her own skin is love and sensation. She would love to feel Man-man body right now.
In comparison to Skin, this little woman looks quite... lady-like.
However, despite that there is something that is odd even more noticeable about her than her getup. It is her eyes.
Her eyes are like glass pearls. They're beautiful, unblinking and forces people to look at them. Skin herself can't help by stare at them for a while like she is in a trance. But her trance breaks in another second as the tiny woman speaks.
"It is nice to meet you Chosen of hell. My name is Jessica but you can call be Jess too if you like. What about your name?"
Skin speaks and her voice carries an unpleasant or hateful tone.
"Nice to meet you too, bitch. You can call me Skin because I am going to peel your foreskin when I get out of here."
Jess stares at Skin with a confused face and replies back.
"What is a bitch?"
Now Skin looks perplexed. She didn't expect to get that as an answer. She was hoping to annoy her or something. But instead, she is questioning her about what is "Bitch".
She almost things that this woman is playing games with her. But after seeing the genuine confusing on her face. She is starting to think that Jess actually doesn't know what it means.
"What the hell? You don't know what is Bitch? Bitch is bitch. What are you? Five?"
Jess corrects Skin.
"No. I am actually Fourteen. I suppose this is a thing that is learnt as you get old. I apologize for my inability to understand what you mean."
Skin stares at her with a dumb face. If her jaw wasn't healed cause of her blessing then it would've been on the floor.
'Why the hell a little girl is in here? and where am i?'