All i could see was fire. As it blazed across the ground like hell on earth, which was ironic, because that was the cruel reality of it. It WAS hell on earth. As the shadows turned red and the demons flooded like a tsunami towards us, all I heard was screaming. The screams of hundreds of people as the saw the hordes of demons coming our way, the screams of people in fear. The screams of people without hope, as my father picked up my sister and i, he began to run, my mother along-side him. "Don't look back" my father said with tears in his eyes. I didn't understand why, so looked back and saw the hellstorm coming towards us as people were being tackled and being ripped, limb from limb.
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The smell of blood and ash.
Horrora short horror novel. i will take requests to be in the story, but be warned. it wont be pretty. if you have a request, please give a small description so i can fit you in the best as possible.
