Hell has Red Eyes
Time felt endless in a plane of twisted, unliving fate. Eternal are the burdens beared by countless souls that bleed from the sky. Elastic like ribbons trail along behind their essence in the shape of anima.
Over time as a denizen to the Maw, its foundation slips away. Memories of the lifetime forgotten, that make each moment a darkening haze. Color, which is taken for granted, erodes away... We exist in nothing, so muted on this barren wasteland that we forget reason, lose purpose to survive, and suffer in despair.
But I am a dragon.
I do not yield to the temptations of weakness, like mortal souls which relish in bliss. Such comforts are dangerous tools, like honeyed words incanting a spell. The pain I endured, it taught me well. For I will be the master of this eternal hell. Fortitude ever-present, I stand to retain my cunning and hunger.
Soon to does the ground resonate to my will. For each rock shapes the expanse of my domain. What belongs is very much a part of me, that when the brush of change is made - I know where I must go. Unsuspecting often are my prey when I see them so lost in their surroundings. Like fleeting sheets of hospitable ghosts, they cry and scream. Begging for an answer that will never come... Souring their faith in hope and dressing themselves in the flavor of pity.
Ah... such irresistible finds. It's as if a black flame engulfs them over time. Scorching their bright souls into soul ash. Rich in misery they shroud my body against the gravity in the Maw's design. Resilient with inconceivable strength I rise to greet the unending day. The aura waving from my body becomes a tranquil song. For it invites death to gather around to feed the second maw. Each soul is my captive guest to sate my growing madness. I mock their feeble and unimpressionable attempts to escape my fangs.
But with each moment of pride, I have discovered a new theory. This was always my element to rule. No matter who believed their hatred would be enough, found themselves devoured by the Shadow's Devil.
For when his body turned, you would see the crimson bleed spheres in his eyes. Darkness is the mass of his frame, and for all that fall he will only grow. Peculiar is this place so unknown...
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