I don't think anyone has written anything like this... at all. So I decided to be different, hope you like it.
The Training Building
I wiped the saliva from my lips with the sleeve of the robe. I had vomited only the water I drank at the party. Levithian turned me to face him. “If a demon eats anything else, it turns to ashes in their mouths. We can only eat the flesh of the Unforgived.”
I put my hand to my mouth, I felt like I had to puke again. “Do I have to eat it?”
“Not until you’re a demon.” I watched as the demons around us beat and whipped the ‘Unforgived’.
“Why did Asmodeus choose me to go into The Irretitus, instead of some other person?” I grimaced when a Jihct demon started crawling in our direction, clicking its forked tongue.
“Well, I don’t know, he never even told me why he chose me. I guess he just knows who to pick.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Come with me, to the training place thing.”
“Doesn’t it have a name?” I looked hard at the small one roomed building across the burnt wasteland of terrorized people.
“No. We just call it the training place.”
I started thinking about this, all of it. While Levithian took my arm and lead me to the ‘training place’, I was lost in thought. Could this possibly be a trick? I thought I only was asleep for maybe a second. Was I even sleeping? What about Levithian tearing my head off with his knife? Could some very high-tech nerdy kid be behind all this? Making me feel imaginary pain? Could this Hell even be real? Were the demons real?
Levithian interrupted my thoughts when he pulled open the big oak door to the training building. Inside there was walls lined with books, I wasn’t amazed by this, the building was quite small. Right smack in the middle was a small square table. Only two chairs were at the table. Levithian grabbed my arm and led me to the table. I sat on the small chair. My knees almost touched the underside of the table. Levithian walked away, looking at all the books. He gingerly picked a heavy gray book from the top shelf.
I trailed my eyes across the room. All the books were old, dirty, and huge. Levithian made his way back, carrying a stack of books. He slammed them down on the table and walked toward the door, without saying a word.
“Wait! What are you doing?” I stood.
“Leaving.” He turned to me
“What do I have to do?”
“Read” He turned back around and went through the door. So he left me to read a stack of giant books, fantastic.