1 Chapter 1.DIGHT HELL

Death is all. Is it true? So I'm dead yet? I do not know. How long have I been here? I don't mind. Why am I here? I do not know. So what is this? Maybe I can answer this question. This is ... Hell! This place is very horrible that it terrible to the level that perhaps, there is dying away three times I never forget the obsession that it gives me. When am I coming here? I do not remember. I just know around here without death and the hoods around the place. Bone will not be wasted. They are substant up into each pile and will be used as fuel fuel instead of firewood. The demons are fun. And their toys are ... the people. I look back to my body, the body of the flesh is only bone. Body naked does not have a piece of cloth covering all the injury. Here I can not die the wounds will stop bleeding very quickly but they do not heal. At this point I'm being "free", sometimes there will be some "forgotten" as me. I do not know this is a lucky or a unhappiness. Surrounding me human as a toy, they were taken back to the "kids". The children do not laugh. They have gray water spray, the eyes besides continuously glancing at the glance, the goat horn deformed around the ring. There was a horn in the eyes. Their barbar face is always a smiling man's number of people who look like people, but some other are not easy to look like that, they have the deadly dead, there are the arms here. The little tacked is in the heart, with a sharp pedestrian with the sharp claws with the whole body convexed the face with the blinds open. Here the human main is the fortune but but how many people are the dollars are twice as much as therefore often have the laundry disputes that the school was only ended when the property was split in the lighter in the same time. When they beat tortured people to suffer from the people, enough people would be carried away. Brakes, it was not told the jokes with the organs had hovering from the human being. Actually, I do not know if it is a miracle or a permanent punishment "because whether they have torture, how to use us, we still can not die. That's right, we can not die and let them wear the junction to lose the linguistic strike. The screaming shout never stops even a second. They torture people here. They press dry blood toys until only a dry body then, they take those drying embedded into the blood just squeezed them into the white powder that the cow is sure that the bone is grinded. Finally, they drop them in the oil pan is boiling. They waved up until the powder outside the hard drive. Then the children will be slash. Put them on the trays, take the branches in the back of the crisp "crispy". Sometimes there are some pieces abandoned, fire, black and like croissants like coal. If you have bored "fried meat", they will move through the fun with the toys with torture. What do they have? A multi-fiber, whose last fiber is a blade or a hook. The metal mouths have metal hooks hook into the inside. Now the crown team will not worry about falling. The crosses are used to hang up as the template. They will become "art", "master". The long and hard nails will fix them on the cross. Crucify the soil? So they can hang up again and then nail to create a point. Sometimes there will be lucky people "forgotten" like me. Also do not know if it is good to be lucky or unhappy by the idle people every time they look at the torture will suffer the entire "pain" that they have been and undergoing. "Ridiculously". Both my eyelids have no longer. Where do I have to look at? I decided to look straight forward. My legs immediately were closed on the crosscrace of the pain directly into the bone of my marvelus. I tried to finish left with hope for something lighter. My belly aches and starts in the incesals, and they are extending. I rushed down at the foot of the mischievous people who were rodent to the girder also raised my head to look at me. "Hantis!" The pavedoad has also found my body. They burn me, "khake" in my wounds. I find myself unhappy. Why do I have to be in this damn place! Get this out? I tried to hide to get out of how many times? And now I'm still here. There is no way out. This place does not have exit. The bloodstream, the steness of the pigs and the cellers are only allowed to phan the outside of the class. The smell of fries is even burning. The bone in the splash explosive also smells all the same as the blend together creating a disgusting smell, I call it the smell of hell screams, whine and laughter of the demon, the bone of the crying, crystal, roip. The voice of hell! I look back at themselves, but itching, painful. Every man is constantly convulsing and suffered from acute pain. But I feel lucky. I found myself even better diving than they, while my hands were still looking at the eyes. I wish I was dead. Death is too far from me. Please give me death.I screams crying in despair. I cried. When was the last time I cry? I do not remember. Tears are no longer. and has long been. But why today. The tears! They made my pain is not horrible as before. Suddenly in the middle of the "hell" this appeared a small ray. I saw a very ray light, right in front of me about a few dozen steps. In the far side, where radiates the light, I tried to look wool through the prototrophists of the demon. That light emits from a chubby on a cross. As soon as I saw the spear, a voice rang up as he hit the gentle horizontally in my head: "The reward is only sold to the deserves and it will take the biggest aspiration of that person" I'm as lighter, I know it is the only chance. Their own. GETTING ITHODS I use the jetstick of the divisions of the palms. "AAAAA." The pain is reached the bone marrow. My hands trembled, I gritted his teeth, lowered the down, using both hands trembled jerking the pillet pin my leg to the Cross. "" Hurry I poured down the cross. My head is eager, the treasurer and the demons began to pay attention to me. "Maybe I'm doing something very stupid?" They looked at me, my heart beat faster, a little immighty for a moment immediately, I regained calm. I used their entire strength to the path of the truth. At this point, each of my movements come with a pain from wounds. They painted, interrupted it. My movement is a pain, each of my movements, and willing from my body. I pulled up and punched a demon that was blocking, making it fart and fired into another one that was tinking. It stopped strange, looking at the demon just crashed in him and looked at me. It's bleeding lightly into the demon and does not see anything. It was my finished my fist killing! Now I see quite a good man before his strength. I'm really very strong! Whose voice gave me this power? Suddenly, there was a demon screaming and just toward me, they said the language of the demon. "There is a broken toy. Destroy it!" The screams are shouted that I'm not melee, I'm not done. Hurrying, I pulled up the spear, I punched the way of the road, but they stared to twice as three times. Generally used the rises on my back, using the nicknakes on my body. Every time, every time we go to my body. They frantically mad at me even hit together. Each of my skin was torn by the hooks, each red bowl. The meat I tried to ride and radiate the fire. I gritted the teeth, trying to compare pain, get up, break the neck pumps. I jerked a mark from his hands, I walked out to much, every one's one! I cut away their heads. I rushed in frantic, a tentacle of his gentle was taken and pulled very strongly. I just had two steps away from the top. However, they pull hybrid. Many more wrap my feet. I fell out the ground and was exhausted. I find something to sell. Suddenly, I disagreed that my side was now a deadlife to the fry that he was still flying, but could not move ourselves, now he looks really. The bug is blessed on his body. I suddenly heard he moaned: "Please! Everyone is okay, please kill me." Will I like him? Not alone I will not like the he will leave. This, I suspected tooth, my firm band. I cried the foot of the tentacle wrapped. Sweet cuts reduce the majority of my pain. But I still have extremely painful. The leg is cut off so far away from the morning of the church. I was trying to try with my remaining besides at the beginning. I went to the bottom of the cross-pilch and my remaining two, I climbed the card withdrawal out of the cross. The person who is worthy of his rewards sounds back. "The spear will perform a wish that the most desirable." "Take me from here." I heard the response was not a bit hesitated. Nothing does not happen to be the greatest wishlist of the kindergarten here to be the best desire to think about what the spear is used to do I look at the spear and remember the first moment I saw the spear at that time I was desperate. Death not only then that no time does not have a moment I do not expect a death that is the only solution I want to get me look back at my dumbbells and suddenly raised from the rider. I suddenly found myself stupid. Get out of here and then wait for the floods to rub my body? Wait for the injuries, to till me in the demon? Now only the death is a real liberation for me I grab the spear narrowing the spear of his heart. "Heavy Good Heart!" I gritted his teeth, stabbed his dish. But, strange too! I do not see pain or discomfort. But the incredibly warm, the light of the spear is now as he is soothing my wounds. And I was so sinking into the light. At that time the death was so light. I was satisfied with my wish.