"Cold…"
Damien finally opened his eyes after falling deep down into the depths of hell. He didn't know how much time had passed since he fell down. He didn't know where he was because all he could see was pitch dark.
"Why is it so cold here?"
Damien curled into a ball and tried to keep himself warm. He brought his palms closer to his mouth and blew hot air to warm his hand. But nothing worked.
He looked around and tried to make sense of where he was. However, even with his sharp eyes, he couldn't see a thing.
"I thought I was back in Hell. But why is it so cold here? And why is it so dark?"
Damien closed his eyes again and thought, "Did I get purged?"
He extended his claws and made a cut in his palm.
"It hurts! And I'm bleeding. That means... I'm not dead?"
Damien turned and lay flat on his back. He looked up at the endless darkness. He didn't know if he was under the open sky or under a ceiling.
