...Hell churned.
The cavernous skies above the damned split open in searing cracks of molten gold, the walls of the underworld trembling as though the realm itself was gasping for breath. From deep within, something ancient and vast began to emerge.
The Heart of Hell.
It rose like a mountain birthed from the womb of madness, vast as a hollowed, glowing cherry, pulsating with a crimson light so dense it felt as though it devoured time itself. Every throb sent waves of infernal energy rippling across the stone plains, and the air rang with a thousand screams—some terrified, others enraptured.
As if by instinct, on sight, Demons surged toward it.
Hordes of horned and clawed creatures, seduced by the raw power, broke into stampedes. Their eyes burned with lust for the heart, for what it promised—ascension, destruction, freedom. Anything—for it whispered it's seduction straight into the heart.
