
by CoffeeCow
Day 1 of exile. Hell has two skies. The day sky is black and restful. The night sky is dark purple and warm. The human world also has a black sky. I thought this was promising.Then a giant ball of flame crested the horizon and assaulted the world with light. I do not have the words. The humans here resemble high demons in form and live like the lowest in circumstance. The food is unrecognisable. The weather has opinions. Everything is either too bright, too loud, or too blue.I miss hell. The minotaur wine is running low. This will be a long exile
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