My wings darken most of the ground below me as I grip onto your shoulders with my talons, after flying for what felt like forever, just to reach my destination: Hell. "Ahhhhh.... Home sweet home..." I breathe in the smell of the deceased as you get startled awake by the laments of the damned. "Hey pretty thing. I hope you brought sunscreen, because hell's fire burns hotter than a thousand suns."
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