PROLOGUE

Hell, a place where the tormented souls arrive to upon death. A place where no one in the living would ever want to visit, for demons and other demonic entities inhabit this realm, tearing any souls apart.

Delving deeper into this realm, was a singular massive land that was a galaxy in length. The area itself was surrounded and shrouded with thick, black ominous storm clouds that never dissipate, making the sky terrifying yet beautiful to look from the ground. The storm was alive and furious, directing that rage towards the beings who had sin in their lives, every crackle of thunder was it, mocking the sinners who screamed in horror.

Of course, the land wasn’t too kind at all either. Obsidian was the dominant material as it covered most of the surface area in hell. Originated by countless centuries of volcanic eruptions from numerous amounts of volcanoes, some the size of planets and even stars. These volcanoes were common among the land, which was divided into three areas, The Dominion, The Central and The Civil, they were separated by two titan size walls that reach far up in the blacken thunderstorm skies. Each wall was black as the hellish clouds themselves, blending in with the environment, incredible material that can withstand the harsh beatings of the raging storms and eruptions from supervolcanos. It was almost sure that nothing could penetrate these walls.

No matter the area, any mortal with a pair of eyes, would be able to see the Walls from afar, making it one of the only beautiful expects in hell. One of these walls was the Wall of Adramalech, separating The Dominion from The Central and the Wall of Abigor separated The Central from The Civil.

At the west of the land and the smallest was The Dominion, the overall commanding capital of Hell. An unknown area kept a secret with confidential information pertaining to the empire and military as none has ever dared to step foot in this section without certain death or erasure.

At the east, was the second largest, known as The Civil. This section was known as the birthplace of the demon race and was also the military might of the empire. Although, that’s all the information that most mortals would have on the area as no sinner venture into The Civil, where it was utterly overpopulated by demons and demons alone.

The Dominion and The civil were the unknown, no mortal, living or the dead, truly know the full background of these places, but what the dead do know of and were experiencing themselves was one section, the chaotic area known as The Central. Filled to the brim with thickest, polluted fill air unimaginable. The screams of the suffering echoed against the walls, throughout the area, no matter how far you go.

It was like a maze, series of canyons that plague the region, mix with the most active volcanoes in all of hell. While this land had countless amounts of canyons, they were all connected to the largest, which was the Atazoth, a massive canyon, located near the middle of The Central, only one end stretching towards the Wall of Abigor. The canyon itself was able to support countless of sinners with a ton of room to spare.

At the start of the canyon, near the Wall of Abigor was an area known as The Isolation. A designated area for those that caused too much trouble in the central section. As the name suggests, one mortal is put into a single space only watched by one demon.

Of course, it didn’t exempt them from pain. Like any other mortal, they all suffer the same fate, although a bit more tedious. Even still, these mortals cried out from the extreme torment, wanting it to end. Including one mortal, a human, however, he was much different than the rest. He held in that pain in himself, not one single cry of help or a plead.

No tears nor any care in the world… His name was Jonathan Reid.