[i] in satan's throne room.....[/i]

Satan was sitting upon his throne, made of the bones of the demons lower than him, sort of like a trophy, but far more degrading, as this way, he keeps them under him. he was awaiting the call from the first floor for the new souls, oh, how he would torture them, chains, spikes, poison, so many painful things, this was going to be fun, he thought to himself. he took another puff from the cigar of tortured souls. " god i love these things, the scream it makes after every puff, exhilarating.."
just then, his phone rang, and he picked it up.
satan: "this better be good."
Soldier Demon:" the shipment came in early, figured it would make you happy"
satan: he grinned. "thats good news, im practically throbbing to break in these new ones, i heard there is a nephilim among them, tis this true?"
Soldier Demon: "yes, their all here.. wait a minute, what are yo-"
the cell phone cuts out, and it ends the call.
satan: damnit! Minata! get down there! i need to know what happened.
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Koran awoke, seeing the fires of hell.
"no, this isn't possible... shit..."
he got up quickly, and he found a tanto attached to his belt, along with a 9mm.
" how the heck are these supposed to help me? in in hell, not on earth..."
he silenced himself, as he heard talking. a demon of some sort was on what looked like a phone, heh, phones in hell, who wouldve thought.. perhaps he could use it..
he snuck up to the demon, drawing his tanto....
"yes, they're all here... wait a minute, what are yo-"
he shoved the tanto into the demons throat, its eyes bulged, clawing at his arm, until it died. his arm was now covered in cuts. he took a strip of the demon's clothing, wrapping it around his cuts. it stung, and he cringed, but he managed to get it covered up.