The fall into the abyss is just like any other, cold, sickening, and laced with the perpetual feeling that I might never see the light of day again. Thoughts of what horrors lay below me fly through my head, sending pin pricks of terror racing through my system in a way that makes me believe that my wearied body might never see any rest again.
If the next layer to this labyrinth is anything like its creator, then it will surely be something as horrifying as it is impeccable. Azrael has an unusually monumental taste for grandeur, and all things that classify as any manner of debauchery. Like most vampires, he is excessively flamboyant, carries an insatiable hunger for blood, vengeance, and has an unnerving compulsion to toy with his prey until their untimely expiration and the sweet release of death. Not that there truly is anything sweet about it.
