Black Hole Sun [OPEN]

[RainxDog]

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[atrb=background, i184.photobucket.com/albums/x30/Silehnce/colder02.png] He emerged through a wall of heat to be greeted by the scent of brimstone and singed flesh. Jagged obsidian gleamed under foot, scorching his paws while he choked on a cloud of ash belching from a crack underfoot. Glistening pools of liquid fire boiled on each side of the narrow bridge as Dagonet struck out across the gleaming surface. Though similar veins of black stone ran all across the great lake of magma, this was one of the only remotely safe paths across. It was jagged and treacherously narrow, but a surefooted beast could manage. Dagonet ghosted across the narrow trail, figure obscured by smoke and steam rising around him. He allowed his red tongue to loll freely as he panted to cool himself to no avail. Tufts of downy fur stuck up from beneath a denser overcoat all over the wolf’s body; he’d begun to shed heavily in the last few days, rejecting his thick winter coat to adapt to suddenly warmer climes. It did help a little. Dagonet found the heat more bearable now than he had upon first venturing into the depths of the volcanic chain. Upon reaching the next swatch of land Dagonet paused to glance around before moving towards a clutch of rocks that must have tumbled down from the slopes during an eruption. Here he paused in the shade cast by the boulders, though it did nothing at all to shield him from the heat, and lowered to the ground to break from his activities. He’d been memorizing the layout of the paths for the better part of the morning without breaking. His coat was singed, his paws heat blistered, his throat parched with thirst; the terrain was brutal, and even Dagonet felt the strain of it. He needed to rest. That damned lake would be there when he woke, after all. WORD COUNT: 309 LISTENING TO: Futurama NOTES: Open to anyone! TAG: Open

[bane]

The first time he stepped into the portal, he almost made a permanent bed at the bottom of Hell. Now, Azrael wanders through the portal again to find some answers as to why he's exactly in Purgatory and not Hell just yet. The brimstone felt like his pads would become ablaze in a matter of minutes if he stayed on it for too long, so instinctively, he ran. Azrael ran through the smog and smoke, unclear of where he was going, but sure that his answer lied here somewhere. He only had mere minutes to spare, so he needed to make this visit short and sweet. The pool was a portal for deciding members of Hell, not guest members, and pretty soon, he'd be trapped for good if he didn't get a move on. Tears blurred his vision as the smog and smoke filled both nostrils in the wake of his fast break toward God-Knows-Where. Picking up scents was much harder here. His senses were enveloped.

There's no way I can do this

Azrael stopped short and paused for a moment, lowering himself slowly while regaining his breath.

Tell me why bringing me to Hell would solve your problems? I'm still going to kill you last, and here, I'M the God.

Don't. Even. Speak. I came here for answers and damn it all if I'm leaving without them.

With that, Azrael pressed on, while Vice protested louder inside the former solitude Az called his "mind".

You NEED me damn it! And here, I THRIVE

It took a little bit of maneuvering, but Azrael wavered enough to stay on the path of hot brimstone in between the lakes of fire that twisted like web in the underworld and fell to his knees. Gasping in pain from Vice's sudden take over, Azrael squeezed the lids of his eyes tightly together to ease the pain.

Please. Stop.

You've had your chances, filth. Prepare to witness the powers of a true warrior in his natural environment.

With as much strength as he could muster, Azrael shouted, GOD DAMN YOU TO HELL!!