The Chains That Bind
The inhospitable shades of brimstone sear my vision as my mind stirs from its untold period of slumber. My limbs spasm as the agony of reawakening surges through me.
It is not an unfamiliar feeling. It always heralds the same obligation.
Another has called me. Another requires my service to commit sin so that their own soul may remain unstained.
The dim reds and yellows of my sight converge into a burning orange as the portal opens before me, beckoning me to the one who has demanded my arrival.