will to live .
“ The blood from your wound brought me back to civilization . Where we come from , the dead can die again and again . We are bound to relive each terror and image of dire suffering . Our minds were overseen by the Abysmal Ruler of Hell . He controls our innermost sensitive thoughts and desires . The inscriptions on these walls were our sacred pathway into our world . The death of the pyramid people was celebrated upon these walls . They were thrown into a spiraling wind of beautiful diseased death for eternity . I am the ruler and my name is Azuerath . Now your soul belongs to me ," he said .
He grabbed Jasmal by his neck tightly and tilted him clock-wise . The earthly ground was nothing more than broken dust . Building after building vanished into a distant dream . Peaceful roads were suddenly replaced with volcanic streams . No human was to be seen or heard , just the sound of erupting flames and screams from the pits , once drainage potholes . Tears upon Jasmal ’ s face began to fall into an infernal breeze . The clanking sound of chains soon followed , tied to the backs of the chariot carriages . They were sledging through the ash-filled pathways heading toward light . Either side of the street reflected hellish procreation . Decorated upon the chains were bones from another populated world . Tormented expressions were all that remained of the skulls and carpal bones . The sky resembled a picture of a torn out blister from a crimson cut bandage with rings of ferocious fire circulating with a flight of angels . These were no angels of purity , though they were once guardians of the heavens . A winged person was guiding the chariots to a light . It looked like a beginning of some form of human existence . Azuerath began to speak to Jasmal . He looked devilishly proud of foreseen events .
“ Let ’ s step outside and let me show you the beginning of pain ,” he said .
Jasmal was shown the heart of darkness . Azuerath held his head forward and began chanting ancient words to him . He eyes were transfixed into the skull ’ s empty eye sockets . Images of innocent people could be seen . They were being punished for the pleasured principle of pain . Limbs were slowly amputated by lime rock tools . Lime rock was special to the assistance of the underworld . They initially built the first pyramid from its founding . It was stronger than the earth ’ s cement mixture of sand . Cries of whimpering humans drugged by sulfurous gas toxins echoed as those who existed lived with a suffered affliction brought on by hallucinogenic carnal beasts and other unworldly creatures .
Azuerath grabbed Jasmal . His clothing was torn and bloody . He was close to death . The ruler began to speak to him while holding him up like a glove puppet , facing the former library . “ Welcome home , my son .” Jasmal soon realized that his life was always a nightmare . He recalled the reason why his parents didn ’ t want a daughter . The male species were once trained to be dominant deliverers of pain . He remembered the previous day that his strict father bore a small birthmark on his face - it was the same symbolic
inscription on Azuerath . It dawned on Jasmal that he was Hell ’ s chosen one , the son of apocalyptic heaven .
They both headed into the structure . It was the abyss . A pyramid was constructed in the former library ’ s location .
Hell was just being born .
Severed Demon Head Artist : Dan Moran