There is a dark and cruel space, monstrous entities lurk in the shadows and creep in the night. Envy envelops the endless hoards of fiends and fills them with desires they cannot fulfill.
Animalistic figures dance round campfires in circles of threes and fours, singing tunes of death and doom. They drown in a pool of fire, screeching bloody murder. Their flesh melts away down to the bone but they continue their dance of decay.
The devil drags along his heavy head to the rhythm of the drums. Ash and smoke flutter around in plumes, acting as warning signals, informing the innocents of an unholy presence of anarchy.
The crimson sky is empty, the orange sun bores down and the darkness grows ever stronger in the musty heated air. A huge of haze lies lathered, thick, along the fiery skyline. Invisible but ever present.
Demons lunge and lurk like fly traps, frantic and fearless, they are boundless and bountiful, beguiling behemoths to doe their bidding. Blasphemy, by god, is berating all things nearby.
