The smell of burning flesh woke me with a start. It took a few seconds for the searing pain to subside. I focused my eyes on the blazing fires that surrounded me, with brimstone highways oozing sulphuric gases that choked the air. The skies bled lava out of crimson clouds. A soundtrack of tortured screams sailed in the hot wind amidst His laughter.
Just another fine day in Hell.
Where in Hell, tho’ was I?
You could never tell where you’d end up at your awakening and there was little time. He had no doubt dispatched His seekers to hunt me down and bring me back; a game we had played for 200 years, for His, Demonias’ amusement. It was my punishment for a mortal life of murder and thievery, my torture.
I ran through smoke and fire towards Abyssal foothills to my right, each step making a sickly hiss. I’d hope for shelter there in buried catacombs below the surface. I was going to hide there for a spell. If I got lucky, I’d find the undercity.
Then I heard the demonic howls over the ridge.
They’d found me.