42 – The Empathy of Sin.
Fire. Darkness. Falling. Nothing. His skin was seared. His body in constant pain. His mind filled with thoughts of his dead lover. Pain. So much pain. Hell. It had to be Hell.
Fire. Darkness. Falling. Nothing. His skin was seared. His body in constant pain. His mind filled with thoughts of his dead lover. Pain. So much pain. Hell. It had to be Hell.