28 June 2012
In a ditch next to the road from the town of Ansfold a body lay, a symbol faintly glowing on its seemingly dead hand. Walking slowly down the same road an identical man smiled. The story was looking so... Clear.
In Hell Tpek smiled. For the moment anyway. He had outsmarted that thing and escaped to a place where noone could touch him. His own Hell. Admittedly it was not the best place to hide, being full of his worst nightmares and deepest fears, but he was alive. Sort of. All he would have to do was maintain a grip on his sanity long enough to return to the real world. Then he could stop the creature from doing whatever it was going to do. Something to do with stories, it had said. Stories and Fairy Godmothers. (\)
Hellbound - 6 • Opuss № I