Book #2 in the Chrim Chronicles series
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The second book in the Chrim Chronicles occures in three different worlds that collide in an inevitable war.
The reckoning is coming.
I...
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Wren of West
My black cloak fluttered in the air as the tall black horse carried us far and fast through the ice-cold wind. There hung a strong stench in the air, one that reminded me of a blend of feces and sweat and stale urine. Everything surrounding me was covered in snow. We passed crowd after crowd of screaming sinners who hung by chains in the air, their bodies cut open and their guts dangling out. Pecking inside their flesh and organs were vultures that were taller than mankind, and beneath them lay puddles of boiling blood where their own dripped into. Surrounding the screaming sinners were three headed creatures, their feathers black and their wings made of flames, who spew fire at their feet. This was the final level of Hell we had to pass before reaching our destination, it was where the most wicked dwelled.
In front of us appeared an iron gate which reached so high up that I failed to locate its edge. We stopped in front of it. The dark rider, who wore a black cloak identical to mine, reached out his hand and helped me off the horse. In front of the gate stood beasts with thick and black fur at least ten times the size of me. Their eyes glowed red and from the corners of their mouth hung enormous drops of thick saliva that brushed the dirt. There were at least a dozen of them, and as Death moved towards the hellhounds, I lingered in the back, not separating my eyes from the giant beasts.
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They bent down and sniffed at Death thoroughly, then backed away. The iron gate opened with no sound but a slight shuffling. Snow crunched underneath my black boots as I followed Death who passed through the gates onto a path disappearing inside ice covered trees. But before I stepped through the gates, the hellhounds appeared in front of me and towered above me, and began to sniff my trembling body. Some heavy liquid hit me from above and before I knew I was covered in a thick, gooey coat of warm slime.
"Great. Just great." I shook my arms and looked up at the massive dogs peering down at me. "Thanks, guys."
Once they finally allowed me entrance, I ran to catch up with Death while slapping away the hellhound drool. While strolling along behind Death who gently pulled his horse with him, a thought came to me that made me laugh. Death turned to me with a grunt.
