The Dark Blooded Duchess. Ep1

There are rollercoasters in hell. Terrible things, that are designed to torture and frighten and strip you of your will.

Native Hellions go on those for some twisted sense of - I believe they said it was supposed to be fun. Fun. To have your insides misplaced and feel weightless and at the mercy of the roller coaster’s literally unearthly force.

Souls have spontaneously combusted on that thing and I can’t quite recall who it was that talked me into trying it, but I did. Once. And I was obscenely grateful that, in hell, I’m unable to die.

Being sucked through a portal feels like that. Like the hell rollercoaster. Like being weightlessly and angrily tossed around by an infernal force that has absolutely no regard for how you come out of it on the other side.

All manners of energies eddy around me, through me, determined to keep churning until somehow it all becomes stabilized, but it can’t quite manage to do so with me inside it.

Each energy feels different but it all changes too quickly, and it’s no time at all before the raging vortex spits me out like I’m something disgusting.

I don’t know what it is with me and being hurled into the air today but I’m going to go ahead and say that I’m over it.

‘Shit’ I yell ‘I don’t like this!’

A great blur of green greets me as I flip once in the air then all goes black when the momentum of my face and body is abruptly, and painfully halted by the hard ground.