It was forever. Literally....honestly...completely...it was forever and now it was over. The universe was at its finale and I had front row seats. I watched as the Lord God himself created the pit of hell, and the palace of heaven. I stood for my judgement and my sins before the almighty, and no you cannot hear them for they are mine to keep not your's on request, and was cast aside. I spent almost 6,000 years in hell...before..
Before something strang happened. A man trying to end the tourture clawed his throat open. His blood cooled the ground a bit, just a tiny bit...and of course he kept bleeding but couldn't die. Others begain to do the same Bleeding and bleeding until there was a small area to stand.
As the ground kooled and harded those few had an idea. Gathering up others they begain to make tiles out of cooled lava and blood. Before long they had a large basis of land created. The City grew and grew and grew, countless Trillions made the city fluourish.
Although we cannot escape hell, at least we were able to make a life of sorts for ourselves here. Few people remember there past, most were driven semi-insane from the torture. Over the next few centuries the city grew, it was learned how to take metal from the lava and soon, skyscrapers and weapons and tools were everywhere. Fallen Angels came and lived with us, there magics provided us with clothes and a few other conviences. It wasnt for centuries that I met one of those poor souls, without memory, he was Alan "Blue Jeans". And this is his story.