My First Demonic Gift: The Day I Surrendered to Hell’s Embrace
I remember standing there, by the scorching riverside of lava in hell. Heart hammering like a drum in my chest. The air thick, heavy with sulfur and heat. My skin already turning red, glowing unnatural. Demons everywhere—huge, muscled brutes with horns, wings folding like shadows. Their eyes burned into me, hungry, but they held back….