What happened… ah geez, this pain… and where am I?
This was a nightmare it had to be. Was the town on fire? Did he fall asleep on his way there? Who was that bald man with strange limbs? Why did everyone seem like they had been broken and then put together?
"I thought this was just an urban legend…" A familiar voice (raspy now) said, "It's like I've died… oh, how I wish I had."
A sick laughter filled his head. A laugh that was coming from someone who enjoyed torturing themself. It's as if their self-afflicted pain was better than Lukas' headache.
"I've dragged us both down here. What an honour… He would be proud! I accomplished what I've been experimenting with for years!" The voice yelling became lower as it spoke. Then the pitch came back to normal. "You're in hell, Lukas." The voice boomed into his head and he felt something poking him.
"Don't trust strangers, you pathetic fool!" the voice boomed. Lukas tried to see a bit better but everything was blurry. Then he saw the almost-human figures far away but everything became blurry again.
"When I go back, I'll have to take your weak soul for myself. How disgusting, I'll be a pile of flesh crawling towards a small bottle. But how funny too…"
Lukas could see everything now. The driver, Mathias was standing on top of a pentagram. He could see his stomach cut open… the blood was dried. The pentagram was made with his blood. But he didn't feel any pain there… in fact, his headache stopped.
"You're in hell, can't you see?" Mathias coughed up. He was disappearing slowly as he spoke.
Lukas never thought these things existed. Supernatural things to him were myths and pointless things bored people had made up to scare others into doing what they commanded. "Pray because if you won't, you'll be doomed!" That was complete shit. This was believable though. His vision cleared and he saw the figures far away. Now he saw they were demons. People with burned skin, hollow, glowing eyes and torn up wings. He wanted to shout for help. He didn't deserve to be here anyways, Mathias brought him here. He crawled to the edge of the cliff he was on. There was fire, lava. Dead bodies floating and burning up. Spikes were there too.
This was hell.