Even when I walked inside, the dreaming demon didn't wake up from its fantasies. A deadly mistake. That the only reason this guy was still there, alive to dream them, was because his house was in the middle of the place full of nothing, and was full of nothing itself.
The demon himself was skin and bones, too, which was easy to see since he had no clothes and not enough hair to hide anything. I wouldn't be surprised if I found out that he learnt how to survive on the heat of the fires from flamerocks alone. Otherwise, he must be something else. Starvation and thirst were some of the worst thing you could suffer through in Hell, where death was nothing permanent. And it didn't save you from them. If you died hungry, your soul stayed hungry… Some, caught in that death spiral, would die from hunger and thirst over and over until they couldn't take it anymore and went to rebirth.
