The Prince of Darkness is a seething pit of Death. His advent is like the rot of a kingdom, the fall of the Roman Empire, and in Bel's deep gullet I am fighting for my very life in the black sandstorm of Apep.
Belial laughs with cruel razors: "I will devour you, little light. Monsters always win in the end - and you are running out of time."
He is monstrous, giant, tall as mountains and I am but a 5'0 19 year old running out of time. Der Todd is predatory, hungry, his whole form a dark hurricane. Songs from the womb of the wolf swallow me down, and his hellmouth is shredding my shoulders as I swing from a gibbet.
He tastes my blood with his demonic lips and lashes me to bloody shrapnel. I scream and light my form on fire, burning up the matchstick of my soul. I scald him with phoenix fire, and Belial curses, letting me out of the drowning mire. I swim upsurface, struggling for breath in his tar pit.
