The darkness before him was like an abyss, enough to make anyone tremble.
The searing heat of blood was like lava on the banks of hell’s river of sulfur, devouring all in its path.
The intertwining of death and rebirth drove Dean to swear that he would kick every last one of his enemies into the abyss and cast them into hell. He would let the darkness swallow them and make them shake with fear, let the eruptions in hell’s river of sulfur devour them and reduce them to dust!
I have brought boundless fear, death, and calamity!
My crown is forged from heaps of corpses and quenched in blood!
Dean Ken
