Tired of losing to the evils of hell. The demon himself is always consumed with anger and hatred. The fire that burns him; hear his cries of displeasure. Sentenced to a firing death for thousands of years. To never grow, but to still feel the pain as of dying and the growth of the elders. As I watch him walk towards me; I see a chain in his hands. Swinging the chain in circles. Soon the chain is wrapped around my neck. Swallowing me up in the darkness. I cannot breathe. Barely able to see the angels. There are no angels. I try to hurt him; he laughs at my struggle. Only I can hear his devilish laughter. I too become consumed in his anger. Dispite the fact that I was once normal. I cannot bear to speak of the torment and pain that I have received throughout the years. My screams have grown quiet. It has grown dark over time down here. It seems as if I died. The heat burns my skin. There it is again; his rasping voice whispering in my ear. This place has left an awful stinch to my clothes. I have not the the time to open my eyes.
Trufully I know I am in Hell.