Chapter 37: Down

In a land where there is nothing but darkness, a throne glowing in red flames was occupied by a handsome man. He wore nothing but loose black cloth that acted both as a long skirt and something to cover his toned, bare torso. Although he wasn’t used to it lately, he managed to have only one side of his chest covered. Good thing there is nothing to feel down there but heat. The horns above his head looked a lot bigger than before. His hair grew longer, falling to his shoulders.

He’s been in hell before, but he never felt it for a while. Now that he’s back, he can definitely tell how devastating it is to be down there once again. Instead of smelling her sweet fragrance, he was left with nothing but the smell of something burned.

The screams of those evil souls are the only thing he can hear aside from the whispers that kept running through his mind. Each of the thousands of doors in front of him contains a room for each soul to suffer their own kind of hell, prepared by his demons. No