There they were. Seven of them, hovering just feet over the ground, circling around the corpse like starved vultures, their crazed eyes darting from the rot to each other. None of them dared dive into the feast, knowing that the first to give in often became part of the meal for the rest. Such was the nature of this place. Such was Hell.
Their crimson skin and glowing eyes caused them to stand out amidst the land of darkness. The whole of the flat plain was charred like a great firestorm passed, only blackened skeletons of trees giving feature to the landscape. A forest that never actually held life, I imagine. It was simply always like this, always smoldering. It was a place devoid of hope, devoid of mercy, devoid of change. But not for much longer.
I sit upon my extinguished steed, like a statue, the devils flapping about yards away, oblivious. I pat her on the side of the neck, calming her nerves- though I didn't know if she h