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Prologue
Sarah Belle Philips always believed she was just an ordinary girl. With striking blue hair, fiery orange-red eyes, and tall, pale-tan features, she stood out in a crowd. Shy yet gentle, she longed for the warmth of friends and the comfort of family. Sometimes, while others scrolled mindlessly through social media feeds, Sarah would dive into a world of vintage radio shows or lose herself in the pages of a classic comic book. Her eyes would light up at the sound of an old vinyl record, and she cherished the faint smell of the leather-bound books her father once read to her.
Since she was ten, Sarah had attended a strict all-girls Catholic school, left there by her father, who vanished from her life for nearly eight years.
For a little girl, nothing stings more than being left alone by the only parent you ever loved.
On the eve of graduation, freedom finally arrived. Along with it came a strange gift, supposedly from her family.
Her heart skipped a beat. Could it really be from her dad?
She opened the package to find three amulets, all strung together on a single golden chain.
"Thanks, Dad," she muttered, rolling her eyes. As usual, he dangled hope in front of her, only to snatch it away.
She stared at the necklace, wondering if this was his way of making up for years of silence and neglect.
"I just…" She sadly whispered, looking down at her gift. "To belong somewhere with family."
Sarah fastened the necklace around her neck.
She stepped onto the sidewalk, unaware that the three amulets had begun to glow softly.
Sarah was about to cross the street when the signal turned green.
The blaring horn of a truck shattered the air, a desperate warning slicing through the chaos. The driver's frantic shouts mixed with the overwhelming noise—he had lost control, and everyone needed to move now. Panic spread like wildfire as people screamed, their voices a chorus of fear echoing down the street. Sarah's heart pounded in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins as every sense heightened, the world around her seeming to slow in the face of imminent danger.
Sarah was about to run when she spotted a terrified little girl shoved into the street. Without thinking, she dashed forward and pushed the child to safety.
'Oh no! Am I going to die?!'
Sarah braced for the impact of pain, but what happened next was when her necklace glowed as it blasted off its energy all around.
Sarah was thrown off as she felt as if she had fallen from high in the sky. Her world began to grow dark.
A fierce wind whipped through the air.
The roar of engines and distant gunfire filled her ears as she blinked up at a blood-red sky, struggling to open her eyes.
Sarah gasped in shock at the sight of a blazing red pentagram sun. Oh God!
Unsteady, Sarah pulled herself upright, steadying against a wall. As she stepped out of the alley, she sensed something was terribly wrong with this city.
Fear rooted her to the spot. Looming before her was Pentagram City, crowned by a massive sign that read "WELCOME TO HELL."
The city sprawled with casinos, nightclubs, adult film studios, brothels, restaurants, TV stations, and hotels, each district more bizarre than the last. In the distance, a clock tower ticked down the 365 days until the Exorcists' return, though Sarah barely noticed.
"I'm... in... HELL?! No, no way! I didn't do anything wrong! This is too soon! How am I not dead?!" Sarah exclaimed, checking herself to make sure she's alive and that she's still a human. She sighs in relief that she is still alive.
Still, she stood frozen in place.
Crap. She was alive—and trapped in hell.
What could a living, breathing human girl possibly do in hell? But deep inside, Sarah knew she couldn't just stand by and do nothing. She felt a flicker of determination, a spark that urged her forward despite the overwhelming odds. Maybe she could find others like her or discover a way to get back home. One thing was certain—she had to try, for herself and for the future she still dared to hope for.
"THIS IS THE WORST BIRTHDAY EVER!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the depths of hell itself.
Yes, today was both her graduation and her birthday.
Reviews are welcome.
I would love to hear what you think about Sarah's journey so far! What about the setup intrigues you, and how do you feel about her experiences in this new and strange world? Your thoughts and feedback will help me improve the story.
Happy New Year, folks!
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