1 Prologue

He saw hell.

Everything in his field vision was red, the ground was obsidian black, the were like shards of glass.

on the far side four rivers surrounds the land, on was that of a mist, the other was of murky water, the other was a river of broken things, and last was that a river of flames.

he looked over his hands wounded and bleeding badly, even though it had been minutes since then, they still haven't healed and kept bleeding.

over the sky, rather the ceiling, there were clouds, red, like vaporised blood.

his body covered with bruises and cuts, it never closed and kept bleeding, it was only a matter of time before he dies of blood loss.

but even that was impossible as he kept drinking from the river of flames his wounds wound partially heal along with an unimaginable pain tearing him apart from the inside.

where is he? he doesn't even know where he was, all he knows was this is hell.

he kept walking, walking with every step unimaginable pain kept rushing through him, he kept bleeding, even though he was about to pass out, he just kept going.

But what for?

Even with questions in his head, his body kept moving until he reached an open black obsidian door, big enough for a dump truck to fit through.

he had long forgotten why he was even there at all, all he knew was that he must close the door and prevent any horrors escape from this hell hole.