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*First look into Hidden Secrets*

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~Prologue~

As the echo of someone walking came to me, I was taking in the room I was standing in. Before me stood an empty stone room with a single window facing a lake of fire off in the distance to the right and straight ahead of me sat the gates of Hell on a platform above a set of rocky stairs. At the base of the stairs stood a pair of robed statues standing fifteen feet high, the red glow of their eyes was the only thing you could see from under the shadow of their hoods. They were holding intricately carved blades before them. I steadied my now shaking hands by sliding them into the pockets of my jeans. “What have I gotten myself into?” I thought to myself. I turned just as he entered the room. I felt his eyes on me as I took in his size. He stood over seven feet tall, his body the color of smoldering embers. As he hunched to make it in the doorway I caught the sight of his black horns as they protruded from his temples. He straightened and walked to stand next to me, both of us peering out the window at the scene before us. The gate into Hell slowly began to open and the dead poured onto the stairs. They walked in a cluster to the base of the lake where they stood and looked out into the fire. With their backs turned to us I could not see what they were doing.
“They are so obedient, the damned.” The demon began “They know what their place in in this world.”
“What are they doing?”
“They are confessing their sins before Lucifer.” The demon nodded towards the lake.
“Lucifer is in the lake?” I leaned closer to the window trying to look for him.
“No, it is said that Lucifer is the fire that burns within hell itself.”
“I don’t understand, is Lucifer real then?”
“Why exactly are you here?” He said, obviously annoyed with me.
“General Bael, I have seen how this war ends and I am only ensuring that I am on the winning side when the smoke clears.”
“That makes you a traitor to your kind. How can I trust you to be loyal to me when you cannot even be loyal to your own?” he paused for a second. “We cannot afford another failure in this war. We have lost our element of surprise and I intend to have it back. That is why I am going to give you a chance.” He eyed me with a feral smile.
“I have no loyalties to Heaven. My heart was once among the angels, but no longer. I am yours to command, General.”
“Whatever the reason for why you stand here before me is of no consequence, as long as you are being true to your word. But there is only one way to be sure of this. You will awaken the powers within Heaven’s beloved general that were planted inside of her by the demon Vetis.”
“How do you expect me to do that?”
“For now just know that you only need to nudge her in the right direction. The powers have been dormant since Vetis’ death so she likely believes they are gone.”
“So what, I need to get her thinking about her powers again?”
“Precisely. When she starts to think about the powers again they will start to awaken. After that I will contact you with how to proceed. Now go back to Heaven and wait for my message.” General Bael turned and walked toward the door, his thick tail swinging as he moved.
I stood at the window watching the damned working at the walls for a while. I was thinking of how I could possibly awaken powers inside of Spencer from a dead demon. As the day stretched on and my legs began to ache from standing, I decided it was time to go back to Heaven and set forth my plans. With a reluctant sigh I disappeared from the stone room and appeared in front of the court house.
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Okaaaaay, finally had to come and check this out after floating over it for an eternity and a half. You are certainly an author I'll have to watch. Love your diction, it makes the piece run so smoothly. -w-/ Characters seem fairly fresh, and I love what you did with the setting, especially the imagery.