The dark Realm

Pathless and rayless the earth blackens. Poisonous flame contaminates the stream of fire. An overpowering stench suffocates and corrupts everything. The burning of putrefied flesh, mingled with tar and sulfur filled the air. The burning mountain torches blasted with no shame. The wind punctures the skin with chasm of fright. The days are filled with smoke which burns the eye starting them off their sockets. The sound of confusion and blasphemy cease not for an instant. From the midnight skies death dived in and in the morning, corpses were seen appearing in the streets drained with blood. Wild serpents snaked up every nook and corner of darkened poles. Beasts concealing themselves in river banks waiting to feed. Lurking in the ambush were the creepy crawlers nibbling every grub of flesh from the yet warm bodies. Blazing charcoal enwrapped with torches smelling like a lump of ore surrounds the everlasting ocean. Gurgling in the black mud, slothful and sullen were the hungry ravens and black dogs, and speckled vultures and crows. The rain here is maledict, cold and heavy. It is a filthy mixture of shadows and putrid water. Iron walls are littered about the landscape. It is a state of absolute suffering. Beyond the woods stood the stunted gnarled trees witn twisting branches and poisoned fruits. It is a frigid pit of despair!