The sound of falling ash...
The slight Warm Breeze filling the Lungs...
Far Echoes of Demons Chanting. And Humans weeping...
Rivers of magma and spikes of Rock gathers around lakes of darkened blood flowing from the coliseum...
"Krys?"
"huh... oh yeah sorry Damien you ok?"
"No I'm not. even though you keep killing them. More Demons Came to torture me. and today you were fighting at that... that!" He doesn't Know the word...
"It's A coliseum Damien..."
"Yes! A coliseum. The Demons got to me and only stopped after hearing you were protecting me"
"sorry Damien" I had been gaining more power to rise to the next level...
"Yeah... I know you are... Any closer?"
I looked up to the roof. The floor of the next layer...
"I'm not sure... maybe a few more fights then ill make it... i hear the next layer is Filled with harsh winds that would blow any human far in every direction. so i might need more to go above this next layer Quickly."
We then sat in silence for the next few hours. it was peaceful. even under the circumstances of being in Hell...
"Krys?"
"yeah?"
"why don't you tell me what happened to you to make you fall down here?"
"what made you?" i asked him. even though i already knew.
"Being a Deliberate Gladiator. I've already told you this... why not tell me yours"
Before i could reply the sounds of Horns and bells glared off again...
"Sorry Damien... I'll tell you another time"
He looked skeptical.
"I promise I'll tell you."