The stench of rotting bodies and brimstone filled the air. The area was so hot it was hard to breathe in. It would have been hard for most things to survive but that wasn’t the case. Shura woke up slowly to realize, he wasn’t in kansas anymore. His head was pounding and he had the worst case of cotton mouth but that was the least of his worries. He sat up and rubbed his temples not realizing he was rubbing blood all over himself. He looked at his hands to see that something was a miss. The realization came shortly after that he wasn’t in his one bedroom apartment. He was somewhere more sinister. The sounds of wailing filled the air as the heat slapped him across the face. He was in nothing but his boxers with his heart racing. One of his greatest fears came to pass.
‘Did I die in my sleep? Is this hell? Where is Geno?’
His mind was flooded with more questions than answers. With no clear answer in site he truly was lost. This was the worst case scenario of him dying. He wasn’t surprised that he ended up here in inferno. He looked down to see he was standing in the river of blood, surrounded by hellish statues and large monuments composed of twisted horrors. Bodies were worn like clothing on some of the monuments. Screaming derived from immense pain filled Shura’s ears and began to fill him with despair. For once in his life, he truly was terrified.
Shura went to clench his fists to activate his spells. But nothing happened. The fear only deepened when he felt that he had no mana flow. There was no spells to cast. Tremors came shortly after, causing the crimson liquid to ripple with each step. Something big was coming, but it only got worse. The blood began to bubble around Shura, the bubbles smarted small at first. But with each passing second they only got more violent. His fight or flight reflex kicked in and all he could do was run. He tried to run for solid land but for some reason running towards land was actually worse. The closer he got to solid land the deeper the lake got. Not to mention the blood became like quick sand. Before Shura knew it he was waist deep in shit creek without a boat. He stopped once he realized that he was up to his chest in the blood. The bubbles continued all around him. He looked around clenching his fists. If he truly was in hell he was not about to become some demon’s fuck toy.
He could hide it but the facial expression that covered Shura’s face was terror. “Well come on then!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. He was trying to bury the fear under some false bravado that he had to dig deep for. With each passing moment Shura was becoming unraveled. The composed conqueror had become the small child once more. The child that could only cry while being taken away from his estate. The tremors stopped for a moment and the bubbles ceased. For a moment Shura was relieved, he let out a sigh of relief. Then the water exploded around him. Hands grabbed at him, his movement was completely hindered and he was able fight back. The hands were grasping at his face, opening his mouth. Blood came rushing in as he was slowly dragged down into the abyss.