Good Intentions, Bad Follow Through

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The smell was the first thing that got to her, or rather the absence of one. Hell smelled like nothing, she couldn't really hear anything either. The landscape itself was a dull boring grey, beyond the door it was just a featureless, smellless, soundless nightmare of nothing. Hell was the absence of everything it appeared. At first it felt like utter madness to Clarissa, that she had simply just lost her mind and now was stuck in this weird cell of insanity, but she could definitely tell she was in a physical place, she could tell she was actually moving, even if it felt like she hadn't been.

Clarissa didn't even know what she was doing there really. She was to save the world, but against what? With what? She had some arrows and some other random things she thought to salvage from the office, but against Gilbert and the Army? She didn't have anything they wouldn't have and then some. She felt the doubt creeping up in her as she went in the blank nothingness of hell, and then it hit her. This was her own personal hell.

It should have been obvious at first, the absence of things, the self doubt, the absence of everything, her fear of being alone. All things that kept her up late at night, now made manifest all around her. At this revelation she heard clapping. A man in a red suit done up like an conductor was there from no where.

"Bravo, most people always assume hell is a specific thing, but you, you understand its catered to you, we aim to please."

"Are you a demon?"

"Pah a demon? Nothing so low I am satan himself, or I should say one of them as you have met clyde the former satan." Clarissa was already lost.

"There are mutliple satans?"

"Yes, Lucifer was the first but not the only, you humans assuming management wouldn't change hands is hilarious, we have a culture down here too you know."

"So you're here to torture me too for what Gilbert did to you?"

"Hardly, no I'm returning this to you, seems he's more out of place than you are." Clarissa was startled when Trezlan Lorention appeared out of thin air. Literally he hung in the air for a minute and the collided with the ground. Satan disappeared himself, leaving Clarissa with Trezlan and even more questions.

"How did you wind up in hell?"

"Oh is that where this is? Gods damned translocation spells. That's the last time I trust a wood spirit." Trezlan straightened himself out, looked around for a moment and laughed. "Well this is certainly better than all the fire and misery I was just in."

"Trezlan I don't have time for your bullshit, I have to save the world."

"My bullshit? Save the world? Well then you certainly need my help, I've saved the world several times over, well my world, I think its mine you know its one of those..."

"Trezlan!"

"What? Oh right we're in your hell and you need to save the world, so how are we going to do that?"

"I have no idea."

"Something else I have excellent expertise in!"