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Great red flames burned past him, across and around.
He blasted with his magic to escape but to no avail, the flames growing ever so strongly, smoke trailing up a cavernous dome.
Hordes upon hordes of spiders littered across the stony ground and encircled him. Shrieks of terror echoed, making him realize it was his own shrieks of terror as the spiders began to torture him, unceasing even in the light of his magic.
Thick, winding creatures fell from nowhere, hitting him, wrapping around him. Snakes, dozens of them with venomous mouths wide open.
Green blasts of magic incinerated them, only to be replaced by more.
He thrust back as pigs and boars, black and horrific with large gaping jaws and bloody red eyes, rushed at him, pushing him back.
All around was the sound of screams and the tick-tock of a clock, thirteen chimes of a bell, the fiery orchestra of hell.
Nightmarish creatures made of shadow and light danced and mocked him, their faces twisting into gruesome masks of blood and death and madness. He turned round and ran, past spiders and snakes, boars and ghosts of the dead.
Figures of skin and bone appeared, twisting and turning, bodies in grotesque and unrecognizable shapes and contortions, blood pooling out from their battered bodies. He slipped, his foot caught in a noose, held none other than dead men with their own nooses tied around their necks, tight and unyielding.
Green flashes of light and he was free, running for all knew not.
Screams and moans and hellish growls from underworld creatures that he know not, there was no escape.
Stone met him and nothing else but the darkness filled with red unblinking eyes glaring at him. Shrieks of rage called for him and he was grabbed in talons ever so sharp, blood gushing forth from his limbs. His own screams fell unto deaf ears as nightmare wrapped itself around him, horrid faces of disfigured women glared and mocked at him, laughing like the diabolical vultures of hell.
Creatures with eyes of eight rushed past across his skin, black with tinges of red, leaving bitemarks across pale skin. Dead men with nooses around his neck tied his own across his, the dancing ghosts and distorted contortionists a devil sight.
Then, from the darkness, came a figure of pure horror. Skin as rotten as a corpse, organs heaving out of the abdomen, black hair like the tentacles of darkness, eyes as red as blood; Hel came forth, a skeletal hand reaching out to grasp life and kiss death unto it.
"Father…" Whispers of death, cold as ice and marked with demonic promise. "Welcome."
A burning kingdom underneath the heavens; the domain of Hel awaited him.
AN: LMAO I HAD NO IDEA WHAT DIRECTION I WAS WRITING IN OKAY. This just came to me as I listened to Nightwish's "Scaretale". I suggest you listen to that song as you read this.