Bee Hoon

For what I saw was a great Pit of Flames and Darkness large enough to engulf the Cosmos. At the base of that Pit uncountable pit fiends of the greatest size marched, endlessly emerging from a great pool of flaming blood. Languishing in misery within the pool of flaming blood were the souls of all those damned to Hell. They melted slowly, eternally, screaming and calling out for the gods of light in a place where no such beings could hear them.

And within that great pool laid a serpent. Its scales were darker than the deepest black, each the size of a single world. Wounds as large as the deepest canyons littered the mass. Tattered, broken wings spread uselessly across the Pit. Blood red eyes glared at me as a forked tongue darted out eagerly. As each soul melted into oblivion, the wounds closed ever so slightly, the wings came closer to restoration.