The air was immersed in loud screams of people drowning in pain; their thoughts drenched in their own crimson blood, glistening in the orange hue of the burning fires. Ashes swirled around like snowflakes like a winter in hell. The atmosphere was filled with murky smoke, crawling down your throats, blackening your lungs till they suffocated.
The smell of burning, melting flesh writhed through our noses. choking smoke and ashes displeased our tastebuds, coating our mouths. Your friend's warm red blood stained your quivering hands, lingering on and around your fingernails. Disgusting. Its fresh sweet taste has been taken away with having been contaminated with your disgusting dirty, filthy, muddy covered skin, stained with regret, selfishness, and death. Its sweetness was taken away with his soul when he ascended into heaven. too bad you'll never see him again.
All nature had been long dead, disappeared by the raging fires that snaked around each tree and drowned out each blade of grass and every flower... every sign that gave anyone any hope was long, long gone. Deformed beings were scattered around the devil's playground. Burning. melting, decaying bodies left to die out on the scene though blurry with all the ashes forming a thin greyish blanket over them and the land.
blood. warm blood. warm crimson blood. disgusting. fire. burning fire. burning raging fire. filthy.
this... This is is what hell looks like.
