Tears of Hell fell unceasingly from the skies.
Shrieks of fear rang out from the demons.
Screams begging for mercy fell on deaf ears.
The sky of hell that had never changed, the single constant that reminded the demons of their place.
Had become their deaths.
Drip.
A drop fell.
Dark as sludge, thick as mortar.
The drops of rain were as fleeting as the lives of the many demons.
Drip.
A drop fell.
Fickle as a flower. Frail as glass.
The demons of hell were as ephemeral as rain.
Drip.
The drops fell.
Drip.
A life ended.
Drip.
The immortal demons died.
Drip.
Balam's kingdom screamed.
Drip.
Existence was removed. Everything that grazed the rain met its end.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
And then the screams stopped.
Drip.
The rain slowed down.
.
.
.
Drip...
End too,
Met its end.
***
The dark skies of hell dissipated as the red slowly peered back through.
Oblivion.
All around the demon king was oblivion.
