Burnt Bridges

2- Hell's residents

STING

For as long as I could remember it's always been the same. We wake up, we train and each day we never change, we never improve, we never remember. Father has always told us that our memories would be restored when 'the day' came, but no matter how much I think about it always seem strange how he knows this. How does father know when 'the day' is, how he knows about our memories and how are they harmful. So ever since I was taken in I've been watching and waiting for what father would do next and for what 'the day' had in store for me and my brothers.

"What am I thinking at a time like this?" I asked myself.

The heat from the lake was still warm in my mind as I made my way to the castle doors. The draw bridge had been set down so we could enter, like if we needed it to get across. The air was as hot and hellish as usual and now and then a light screech would break the deadening silence. No wonder we don't have tourist down here.

The castle was massive, the ceiling was around 30 feet tall and every room could fit a ball, but the biggest room was the throne room I hear. Thou I've never seen it up until today. To enter you need three sacrifices that only rated, blacks and I could gather, so it was kind of surprising to see it the door to the room opening before I got there. Blacks and rated, stood in front of the door, they seemed to be arguing.

"Hay retard," I called out to rated.

"Yo blacks, I think someone's trying to talk to you," rated hissed.

"OK then, Hay retards," I corrected, "what did I miss?"

"Nothing just rated flashing stolen goods," blacks responded.

"It's not stolen, it's borrowed. So it's ok once I put it back after," rated defended.

"What did he steal?" I asked.

"One of your eggs, a skull and some precious metal," blacks answered.

"now in my defense I was suppose to acquire the metal anyway and in case one of you took too long to get here I 'borrowed' one of your eggs and got a copy of the skull blacks was saving for this occasion" rated stated.

I looked over at the offering altar; it seemed to have all of the three items on it already. One of my eggs was placed in a bronze cup; judging from the color and size it was a midsize Minotaur.

Next to it was decapitated head, from the features it must have belonged to one of the leading local races, the Pig-men. If I remember properly they are a race of savage cannibals, there name comes from their now extinct main food source being wild boars. After devouring a kill of any bread they sow the face of the creature onto themselves.

Next was a handful of an orange crystal found at the lower levels of select lava lakes and oceans. I heard from blacks that rated had mined the 99.98% of the whole population and had father condense the whole thing into Rated's jacket and shirt, thou that would be impossible cause then rated would be walking around with two tons on his back.

"Well are you going to stand there talking to yourself or are we going inside?" rated grabbed my shoulder.

"Wait rated," blacks stopped, "it's dark in there."

I took a good look inside. Blacks was right, the room wasn't the smallest bit lit. Even for the watcher of hell this was to dark.

"Well then," rated took a step back, "let's get prepared, if you're so scared then I'll make the wheel."

Rated took a moment to center himself, bend his head and place his hood up. He pointed his arms down and flicked his wrist, a medium sized, rough textured, orange pole slide down his jacket arm holes and pressed against his palm. A yellow gas began to leak out of the two poles and submerged rated in a thick cloud of yellow. A loud snap was then heard as the cloud exploded into a large bomb fire with rated visible at the core. This black hair streamed upward and appeared to be one with the flame in both color and nature. He let out a laugh before rocketing into the dark abyss of the room.