basement floors, amicable far as ease might concern, & yet o guilty; of noxious tedium which evicts sanity beyond a demon psyche. floors rotted in crimson & scarred in filth! o the miry scenery-! it leaves him jaded & sore. this repetition of door in, door out with ease, the perfect bane to demon tendencies ( repetition without vindication ); & droughts his resolve. mind plagues him in times of nigh, with thoughts of cessation & forfeit. but tiresome as it might be, death would never be escape of choice. & so, he trudges forth beyond the next gate. new room, same routine.
' this place is the worst. ' he hissed, aloud only to himself & the gapers hounding him. ' where's the exit! dammit!! ' & with his yell, brimstone would once again ornament death upon his obstacles with minuscule ease. ' i hate this place... '
