Gateway to Hell
07-23-2014, 03:35 PM
before they even know what I've come here for Large ebony paws pressed into stone as Charon paced along. He had come across a lovely river of lava and was now taking some time to admire it. His foot knocked a twig into the deadly stuff, causing a brief burst of flame which was reflected in his golden eyes. He was drawn in by its deadly quality, by the way it seemed to burn him when he got too close. He enjoyed the pain. For where there was pain there was power behind it, and this river was just overflowing with power. Claws screeched deliberately as he walked, still staring into the blazing depths of the lava. His eyes were beginning to ache from its brightness, as if he had been staring into the sun, and when he looked away for a moment he was thrown into darkness. His eyes were blinded to everything around him, stunned into uselessness by the flame of the river. So the behemoth sat, the flames on his legs sparkling in the evening light. Charon squinted as he tried to find another object to thrown in. He craved the display of power. He thrived on it. And soon, he found what he was looking for. There, in the comfort of the shadow, a pathetic little mouse was sniffing about. The muscular black beast rolled his shoulders for a moment, waiting to strike. Then he lashed out, crushing the rodent in his jaws but not quite killing it. Such was his way. He loved to torture the little creatures. Charon leaned precariously over the edge of the stone, trying to drop the mouse in slowly. But soon the pain of the searing heat was too much for him, and he just let the stupid thing fall. It landed ass first, boiling in the stuff as it screamed for mercy. Charon laughed, his deep voice echoing off the stone. Unfortunately, mice don't live very long when they're burning in a river of hell. The screaming ceased, and so did his laughter. Then he was bored again, waiting for something new to come along. Who would be his next hopeless victim? |