An unholy shriek pierces the wails of the damned as a great winged beast descends from the blackened skies, its empty sockets a smoldering red that seem to fixate on the intruder — whether its motivation be hunger or territorial, its next action remains the same: it extends its massive, bony talons and swoops with deadly intent.
The perpetual stench of brimstone suddenly intensifies, and the beast is engulfed in a plume of hellfire. It screeches and flaps its wings in a futile effort to escape, its dark feathers dripping off its skeletal frame like molten teardrops. Then, a large figure leaps onto the flailing beast, ending its miserable existence with a twist of its emaciated neck followed by a loud and sickening crunch.
With no meat to strip from its bones and no soul to savor, the great winged beast's cadaverous body is simply discarded onto the subterranean floor. A familiar face turns to greet @ofndless with a devious grin, beads of fire still dripping from his maw.
"For one who claims to rule The Dreaming well, its lord seems to enjoy spending more time in Hell."