Recklesspen

Tommy lived like most rebellious teenagers, drinking, smoking, and chasing fleeting thrills, until his world shattered with a leukemia diagnosis. But this was only the prelude to his descent. Desperate and cornered by fate, he signed a contract with the Devil, unknowingly binding himself to a shadow realm teeming with entities beyond mortal comprehension.  

Dragged into this hidden world of ancient devils, vengeful demons, and merciless angels, Tommy finds himself trapped in a war older than humanity itself. Here, every corner hides nightmares ripped from the darkest corners of myth, and survival demands more than courage, it requires unraveling the Devil’s cryptic bargain before it consumes his soul.  

Now, armed with nothing but wit and a flicker of defiance, Tommy must confront horrors that defy reason, forge uneasy alliances, and outmaneuver celestial schemes. Will he emerge as a pawn of the darkness… or rewrite his destiny in a realm where even gods fear to tread?

Contract With A Devil

Nifemi's gaze sharpened as Jade mentioned the Hellgate Seal. Tommy, still catching his breath, frowned. "Hellgate? Sounds like a bad metal band."

Jade's smile didn't waver. "It's a relic that opens a doorway to the Abyss. If activated, it'll unleash things that make Raigian look like a stray kitten." He nudged Ezzy with his foot. "Up, Sleeping Beauty. We need your nose."

Ezzy rolled over, burying her face in the pillow. "Mmph. Smell… bad sulfur already… go away…"

Grumbling, Ezzy rubbed her eyes. Her pupils dilated, swirling with faint gray smoke—the mark of her Sin. She pressed a hand to the ground, and the shadows around the demolished building writhed like ink in water. "Ugh… traces lead southeast. Old city district. Feels heavy." She yawned, waving her arms to vanish the dust and stains from her clothes.

Tommy crossed his arms. "How's a hell-portal key even work? Do you, like, stab it into the ground and yell 'open sesame'?"

Chapter 52 - Vorgath