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Chapter six
“Walking into the darkness of Hell’s pit.”

I – 3:09 PM

Yep, Juste had fucked himself over now, he did what he was told not to do in order to stay alive, and he did the exact opposite. His corpse now laid where it was shot to shit and back. His humanity, or the Anthromorphic equivalent of it, started to kick in and the guilt from what he just did this night started to weigh his soul down. Although now matter how much guilt and qualm weighed down upon him, the lupine spirit shook his head, and it was pushed aside, The looming feeling that came from the darkness that no doubt here to consume him, and rip his immortal conscience from this world, and bring him to his supposed resting place.

”…Holy shit.”

The ”holy” part was extended for several minutes; his eyes went to the line of body bags, which only included the bodies that were pulled from the hospital, and not from the other places where his rampage encompassed. No doubt they were tag and bagging them too, but they weren’t grouped with hospital ones.

A grin curled his lips, and he brought his paws to his vision, they were turned up so the palms faced the sky, and he looked upon them. The actual spiritual manifestation of his atrocities was still showing themselves upon those paws: Blood seemed to pour from his hands, and pool around his spirit, although invisible to everyone but him.

“If I wasn’t so worried about when I’m going to be dragged to help… I’d start flailing my limbs around… This is so cool.”

The area around him went cold… It was like someone decided to turn the freezer on, and set it to”8”or something. He quickly decided to turn around in a quick circle, moving slow as the pain of his death still imposed itself on his spirit. He felt it slowly become colder and colder, but this would be the least of the wolf’s problems. The male turned himself until he was once again standing in his original position…

There was a figure, he kind of felt like another spirit he knew of… Although this demonic like being seemed to be much more hostile compared to this other spiritual entity. He pushed his left paw forwards, all but his pointer digit halfway curled into a fist.

“And who are you?”

There was no real answer, although as Juste has his arm lowered half way, there was a -very- tight grasp upon his entirety. Both paws quickly went around his neck, which seemed to be where the pain was most concentrated. After a minute or two, another force nailed the spirit, this was more or less the equivalent to a Mac-truck, and it had enough force to send the wolf to the ground with a bounce or two.

His spirit slowly started to get up upon the ground, just as a blood-red vortex started to open. Juste blinked a bit, seeing this happen as his muzzle was tilted back during his recovery from the hit he took from the robbed figure. He turned upon one foot, and looked upon this vortex, he wasn’t being pulled into it, if he was it was a weak pulling. He scratched the back of his head, before he felt a pushing motion shove the wolf into the vortex.

“Hey, why did you do tha—OOOOH FUCK!”

The vortex closed as he flew through it, although as he flew through the vortex, he remained vertical for several moments, his body started to go into a downward slope towards what appeared to be black sand. His body started to take a corkscrew type of effect.

“This is going to hurt… A lot.”

He pushed his arms in front of his head, and he hit the ground, face first. He hit and bounced forwards, flopping onto his back, and sliding to a stop. There were several pops and snaps, as his body broke and turned into a morbid rag doll. Now the dead couldn’t die, and the spirit would always live, regardless to what happened to the body, but this place changed that, because the wolf’s lights were out as soon as he hit the sand.

He was far from dead; this place would make sure he suffered… Death was a release, not a punishment, after all. Juste’s ‘body’ was push