Tonight In Flames || Self Para || Alexander
Death… was dark. Vacant. Alone. And yet, somehow he was somehow conscious in the middle of this passage, moving to and fro as he wove between others traveling in the same place. Not fully conscious- something akin to it. He knew Lacy would come, this he held onto with every fiber of his being. When alive, he wouldn’t have it. Even in the ghost realm, Alexander didn’t want it. But he knew he couldn’t disappoint her. He never wanted that for her. She needed him. To bring him back, he needed to fully die. Was there no other choice? He barely recalled those weeks in the ghost realm. It was just as vacant as his final death. It was as if Alexander was removed from any life, as if an ocean between him and the living. It felt lonely- but he felt like he deserved it.
To and fro, to and fro… circling, following, letting the liquid whisk him where it may. The river taking him to his final destination.
Alexander opened his eyes with a start. He couldn’t understand how long it would have taken him to get here, where he assumed was Purgatory. But this wasn’t calm. This was pain, infinite and eternal pain. Alexander found himself falling into a pit of lava and fire in the instant, the burning was insurmountable. Somehow, he didn’t die right away. He couldn’t think of much of anything in these moments, nothing made sense but the pain. Over and over, the burning enveloped him.
Then his eyes flew open, his vision cleared. He found himself in chains hanging upside down, screams filling his ears. This couldn’t be Purgatory, or was it?
Whips cut his skin, iron poles branded him, demons laughed as he was being thrown into the pits again.
No. This was Hell.
Nothing was open except for Hell. And souls were being consumed rapidly for Hell’s growing power.
