Episode I

Eyes burn as if exposed to a boiling acid.  I hastily move my hands toward my face, and begin a siege against the burn, chafing my eyes with shaking hands in swift, constant motions.  The burn continues, and without control I fall to my knees.  The light my eyes once entertained forsakes me; I rest kneeling in complete darkness.  Hope that this cruel sensation will leave fades into the blackness of space engulfing my existence.  Desperation seeds into my mind, turning thoughts against my will, and I now can feel my hands tearing and scratching at my face to douse the incineration.

 

Tips of my fingers sense water from my eyes, sliding down my face.  Resistance against a siege such as this by now must be failing.  The burn intensifies, forcing my body to instinctively react -- the pace at which the nails of my fingers climb into my eyes quickens.  Soon, it is not water that flows, but blood.  A sharp jolt of pain enters into the brain as I slice deep into my skull, taking passage via source of former sight.  Without intention, my eyes be gouged -- and all for naught.  The burn continues...

 

Hope seeps from my being as if water dripping from cupped hands.  From my knees I collapse onto a slime-covered floor.  With pain and despair, my legs and arms slowly move toward my chest taking a child-like position.  Acceptance of this new reality surfaces assisting my focus to align with the ambiance.  Even though I cannot see, the hairs of my skin prick, sensing a small, enclosed room.  Due to lack of sight, equal senses heighten.  Vibration enters my ears, reporting the walls moving closer and then farther from me, a repetitive motion resembling the breathing of a lung.

 

And then a shriek sounds; followed by deathly screams, violently shaking the innards of my ears.  Seconds later I can feel the ground upon which I squirm, shift, creating a crevice -- an opening in the side of the wall.  I know this, for a creature of the dark enters my presence.  It slides its hands around my neck, pulls me toward it, and then speaks in a foreign tongue.  It covers the holes in my head, where eyes once gifted sight, with blood-reek fingers feeling the empty spaces.  Via its touch, my agony does not cease, but sight is restored.  I move my hands to feel the newly birthed shapes, yet I feel only that emptiness.  Sight is given, yet not the physical representation.  My new sight blurred and all is seen in shades of red; I turn my head to view this creature.

 

Its visage fills me with regret of my sight's restoration.  Words cannot express this horrid vista.  With immediate haste, I am pulled from the enclosure out into a long corridor decorated with death and decay.  The walls are lined with flesh, and blood submerges the floor.  This creature, most certainly a demon, drags my body through the waste of blood, flesh, and limbs.  Halfway to the end of the dim, crimson-lit hall, I am thrown downward hitting the floor.  I lift my head and climb to my knees to emerge from underneath the waste covering the ground.

 

I look toward the demon, it grins, speaks in its tongue, and all once again fades to black.  The burn strengthens while a series of visions transpire.  I witness visions... of an eternal torture.