try and catch me

Monster.

Is this hell? The white brute had decided long ago that this land, as some found it to be a heave, this Alacritis was hell. Hell on earth, and he, was trapped here forced to be slave to its horrible torments. He hated it here. Hated this land. It was like some thick hell demension he had been forced to for all his atrocities. A call rang through the land, and his pricked in interest, the red goddess was calling for him. Well, hell seemed to have its perks.

Steadily he moved towards her, strolling from the shadows with a growl.
"You called me from this pathetic hell, wraith?"