Stench of sulfur

The words hung heavy in the air, vibrating with the promise of chaos and destruction. Seker’s decision was final, and there was no turning back now. The path to hell was not just a literal journey but a descent into the abyss of their own darkest desires and unspoken fears. Each person was lost in their own thoughts, grappling with the enormity of what lay ahead. The stakes were higher than they had ever been, and each knew that this mission could very well bring impending catastrophe to the world of the living.

Arazela, her thick long hair framing her face like a shadowed halo, studied her father, Seker, with a mix of admiration and unease. As the daughter of the god of death and a half-demon, she was no stranger to the dark forces they were about to confront. Yet, the thought of descending into hell itself, of facing demons that were kin to her in some twisted way, sent a chill through her blood.