Champions of the Nightmare

Chapter 1

Hell.

I'm in Hell.

Everlasting flames burst all around me. Up my spine, through my veins, and crawling its way into my fast-beating heart. I'm paralyzed and unmoving as I fear the devil himself would soon be staring me in the eyes, grinning maliciously with his blood-stained, dagger-like fangs. I had seen him before, and I'd rather not witness such a demon again.

I felt the fire circling me, clinging itself to my skin, burning it off to the point of no return. I couldn't move away to any kind of safety, (for the typical reasons, I suppose) but that didn't change the fact that I wanted this to end.

I struggled to free myself from my disastrous fate. I couldn't move to save my life. Hellish tears welled in my eyes, making a black, tar-like substance blur any and all I didn't want to see. This dulled my senses. This wasn't any better way to go.

A herd of low growls surrounded me, and I tried to blink out the dark tears in my eyes as quickly as possible. A blurred vision of the Hounds appeared before my eyes. Those damned dogs were hell-bent on destroying anything they set their murky gaze on; and this time, it was my turn to play their sick little game.

There were five of them, all with different colored eyes and tints to their ebony fur. One glowed purple, and another looked yellow. I somehow convinced myself that one of them was stained red with blood. They all had a single white eye with a black slit, grazed with a hazy film.

The fiendish, demonically-possessed wolves circled like vultures seeking out their dead-and-decayed prey, which just so happened to be me. A moment passed, and the bright flames had latched on to me, taking the form of golden chains. They locked to my ankles, wrists, and neck, preventing me from escaping if I had somehow freed myself of the strange paralysis.

The violet Hound barked loudly three times viciously, and all of the dogs lunged at me. They leapt on one-by-one, biting through my bones, thrashing their claws into my skin, yanking my hair, and gnawing through the chains to reach every last bit of me.

If the devil had ever planned to see me, he's already missed his chance to have his fun.