Fear is an illusion, yes, but so are dreams.

I have 'awoken' to something that is meant to push my emotions to their very limits, a test meant to discover any newborn's attribute compatibility, by testing their mental fortitude. They probe your memories to create life-like dreams, checking your susceptibility to fear and anger, as well as the innate personality of your soul.

For example, they'd present with bully situations where you could either be an onlooker, the bully, or the bullied. It wouldn't be a light-hearted movie scenario, no, it would be something similar to pure torture, almost always ending in the death of the bullied if the onlooker makes no effort to change the ending. These tests are more commonly referred to as scenarios, which are put on display for the residents of hell to enjoy on their downtime, similar to television shows.

And while they may be a source of entertainment for the residents, it also a way to get a slight portion of fear to dine on, and residents are only able to see the scenarios as entertainment because many of the residents have never experienced these scenarios. This is because only natural-born Demonic Entities are forced to undergo the scenarios, and the only ones foolish enough to walk the path of a Demonic Entity willingly are those referred to as adventurers, the 'normal' residents of hell that felt their lives of farming similarly 'normal' crops, running average businesses, and mining in peril filled flesh mines were far too underwhelming.

Or they could be young people looking to help their struggling family by taking on a high paying and difficult job.

These adventurers are actually given more respect than naturals, because some residents see the naturals as outsiders, existences that suddenly appeared from the void to steal their jobs, and also because adventurers face a very real chance of death or irreversible trauma in the scenarios. These people often express their desire for a soul wall, a boundary preventing the Soul Beasts from grasping at souls from the void, and instead only allowing the residents of Hell to be Reincarnated As a Demonic Entity.

Their running slogan is 'MAKE HELL GREAT AGAIN!' It is actually a well-known meme in Hell after a similar slogan was brought up in what would be a highly controversial scenario, including many hood wearing white humans, on Earth. The scenario was greatly enjoyed by the residents of Hell because of the very high fear content coming from the dark-skinned Entity in the middle of the white-hoods. Among friends, residents will use phrases like, "Don't make me go white-hood on your ass," or, "I need someone to make your hairline great again."

'Alice...'

However, they had something far worse in store for me. Well, at least in my perspective. Before me laid our bedroom, the crimson bedsheets and curtains a clear premonition of her death...

"Please... we can't go through with this," my voice cracked, despite knowing this was all a scenario, despite knowing it wasn't real.

"Huh? What do you mean?!" Alice questioned me, 'Why... why... why?!'

"Alice, you are going to die! Please, don't go through with it... for me," I have to try, try to get a good ending.

"No, I can survive...t-this?" Alice word's were cut off by the sound of a smashed lamp, and the sharp pain spreading through her abdomen.

I could see it, the red glow behind her eyes signifying what she was. It was obvious it would be the 'bully' of this scenario, a wolf in sheep's clothing. So... I had to, stop it before it came for me.

'This is too cruel...'

She continued to look at me, an expression of shock and interest appearing on her fragile face.

"Please hurry and reveal yourself already," I said, in hopes I wouldn't have to watch the dying form of my late wife any longer...

"Hehe, how'd you figure it out, pretty boy?" As it said those words, the pretty milky face of Alice began to peel back, revealing a much more sinister black tone, and the sharp shard of the lamp slowly pushed out of its abdomen, causing a clinking sound resounded through the room as it hit the ground. Its orb shaped eyes, with a faint red glow behind them, rolled backwards to reveal its all too crimson truth, as its hair fell off in lockes, revealing a scaly bald head, similar in texture to a biker girl's head.

"Congratulations on being able to discover me, my name Alizinero'k Nilheim, but you can just call me Nil," she licked her lips in a seductive manner, as she focused her now blood red eyes towards me an my shaking hands, "I don't know how you figured out that I'm no longer human, but you made a mistake when you attacked me, pretty boy."

'The real scenario starts now...'

[You've done well to figure out your lover was but an illusion.]

[Many viewers are surprised that you would be able to harm someone with the same visual appearance as your wife, and some believe you to be either and/or

[A small amount of trained eyes believe you to either be or .]

Rolling her shoulders, as if she was stretching, a proud pair of bat-like wings sprouted out from her dark back.

"TIME TO DIE PRETTY BOY!" and with that, she charged at me, bloodlust sown into every word.