24 July 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
In a room he had imagined would hold screams of fear and cries of anguish amidst the hellish scarlet flames, only an unnerving silence befell him.
As dread for his route ahead swam painfully through his subconscious, he imagined that this silence must be deliberate – forcing him to tackle the magnitude of what was soon to come.
A short time passed, his legs exhausting beneath him, until the red glow emerged, revealing the fabled stone arms of the dead, flaring as they sought to escape the chasm.
His prize awaited him, through fire, demons and devilry. For immortality, first pain.