The stinging scent of some unknown odor was the first thing that woke Tetsuo from his sleep.
'Shit… what the hell happened??' Tetsuo thought as he rubbed the back of his head. As he did this, he skimmed over the wound that the executor gave him, causing him to suck his teeth as it stung. He looked terrible as he awoke; his eyes had heavy eye bags, his scales were singed, his eyes were bloodshot and his wound was pretty bad. He looked like he was either hungover or still drunk, nobody could tell the difference. "Ow! Shit-" Tetsuo blocked the natural light of his environment with his arm and squinted to adjust better. While it wasn't much, the light he saw was ten times brighter than the light that he was used to in hell. His usually round pupils turned into slits, as if he were a cat.
The young demonborn was exhausted, and for good reason. The spell he casted to escape his execution, Plane Shift Teleportation, was an extremely dangerous, high end spell that was illegalized and banned from all planes of existence that practiced magic. Whoever casted the spell would experience extreme exhaustion and would be out cold for five to ten days. This was because, in order to plane shift, a large amount of energy must be used to transport each individual particle of the user's physical form to another plane of existence. This is exactly what Tetsuo was experiencing.
After being knocked out cold for eight days, he awoke in what seemed to be an alleyway filled to the brim with garbage. Tetsuo sat on top of the highest garbage bag which was roughly ten meters up. The alleyway reeked of disposed foods and urine, so much so that even the demon from hell, the nastiest plane of existence, couldn't take the strong, pungent odor. As for the light, the lack of light wasn't a problem. What was actually bothering Tetsuo was the excessive amount of light at the end of the alleyway and above the alleyway. He was fairly sensitive to light and would flinch if he looked directly at the end of the passageway.
"I narrowly escaped that shit head… Even so, I'm in danger now. I'm marked by the Tarnished Blood Blade and bound to be tracked down by the Hell Guardians." Tetsuo facepalmed as his head throbbed and his body ached. Despite his situation, he remained calm and tried to formulate the best course of action.
"Where the hell do I even go after this?" Looking down from his throne of garbage bags, it wasn't easy to get down. The height at which Tetsuo sat humbled him a little as the fear of heights sucker punched him the second he glanced down.
"Ah fuck. Might as well just wait until it's night time, there shouldn't be anybody awake at that time anyway…" Tetsuo thought to himself as he drifted off into a nap until night fell.