the inferno of heinous voices keep going. It's getting louder and growing hotter with every breath. You start screaming in hopes someone will put it out. Pleas dripping in agony as your throat reaches it limit- completely out of air. You're begging for release. Begging for help.
Shadows approach you but these shadows are like nothing you've ever seen before. They're gruesome and grotesque; large and unsightly. Two of the blackened figures look at you and you somehow manage to hear them over the never-ending sounds inside of you.
"Let's make a deal," they say in unison. "Agree, and we'll put out the hell fire."
A mixture of blood and tears run down your face, your hands clutching your skull. Without a second thought, you reply "Make it stop."
As soon as the words leave your mouth, the figures erupt into a dark nebulous and you notice that, for the first time in a very long time, everything is silent. You breathe a sigh of relief and close your eyes.
What you don't know is that you traded one form of pain for another. It may be silent now, but you have no idea what's coming next. Because you, sweet child, just made a deal with every creature in hell and they have never been known for being kind. Making deals with devils and demons never comes without a price. Now all of hell is betting on who can kill you first.
May the darkest demon win.
