[ WP ] You may be a demon , but you strive to be a hero .

Burning in hell for eternity. That's a long time, I think 
 
 Time does n't have any meaning here, only suffering. Eventually it becomes who you are, you become the demon that has haunted you for your sins, and you give in to the torture and the psychosis. 
 
 I've experienced nothing but the agony. I am the pain. I experience nothing but excruciating, searing pain, and because of this, I know. 
 
 The new demons arrive. The lost souls. The people who did n't do it right, the murderers, the rapists, the freaks. The fear and doom they sense, the hopelessness. 
 
 On that flaming throne of embers, the king sits. He is also the pain; the suffering. He is the torture and the sleepless nights of eternity and the madness. 
 
 Though I am also of the pain, I sense one other thing. One fractal of intensity that burns hotter than the glorious pits we have been sentenced to: 
 
 It is the purest hatred which feels more eternal than the finality of our demise. It drives me to anger, fury, livid and unadulterated contempt. The Lord who rules over our misery, that mad king. He haunts the very souls of our being and he tears at it relentlessly. And yet the hatred burns. 
 
 I tear myself from my iron prison of blades; feel the flesh rip from my charred body. My boiling blood fueled by the heated and scalding hatred destined for our king. 
 
 I approach, the heat intensifying, the terror agonizing, the pain unbearable. The others watch on, unable to grasp anything but their own suffering, I feel their pain as if it were my own - it is my own! 
 
 My skin sloughs away, revealing only bones and ire. My spirit moves me forward, toward the insanity and iniquitous. My rage only exists within my blackening skeleton. 
 
 I throw myself down to the steps of his bloodied throne, and wrench myself onward. The disdain and desire the only thing left beyond my suffering. 
 
 Closer, towards our dreaded enemy. I crawl, shaken and broken along to his feet. 
 
 With the last of my will, I lay, humbled and blackened at the foot of the hell. My demons burned away in a fiery inferno. 
 
 When my flesh burns, and the skeleton chars away. All that was left of me was a demon. Fury and suffering manifest. 
 
 In our eternal home of hell, I lie, waiting for the next lost soul to fall into ash at the base of our mad King.
