|Gene Hunt (unbreakablelion) wrote in museful,|
@ 2013-07-11 03:00:00
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Twenty nine Earth years. That was how long Gene Hunt had been trapped in Hell. Twenty nine bloody years. Of course, time worked differently downstairs. Downstairs twenty nine years was nothing. Downstairs Gene had done 3480 Hell years. 3480 years of non-stop torture. And yet somehow, through it all he managed to cling on to those shreds of humanity and that light in his soul.
The trip from Hell back to Earth was a blur. Every time he tried to remember the thoughts just blanked. But one thing was for sure - the world had changed a heck of a lot while he had been gone. Adjusting to the new face paced world was hard. He felt as though he didn't quite fit in, more now than he ever had in the Eighties. And oddly enough, 3480 years hadn't aged him a day.
His goal? Hunt down Jim fucking Keats and kill the smarmy son of a bitch once and for all. The bastard had been the one to drag him downstairs and tear his kingdom apart and now the bastard demonic scum had to pay. Problem? He had no fucking clue where to even start.
He found himself in an internet cafe somewhere in Ohio - fucking Hellgate brining him out in bloody Yankieland! And what was with the internet? It was like magic in a box! Anyway, he found himself in an internet cafe doing a Google search on demons. Good times.