658th Floor : Tower within a tower

Inside a tower of darkness sat a man gazing over a field of dried corn. He counted the seconds, the minutes, the hours, the days. It couldve been years, but not having a clock was driving him to insanity.

He was detained yet again, to the 658th Floor, the tower within a tower, a tower of mental torture. Isolation, depression, anxiety and all that goes with it.

Death wouldve been an easier way out, but in Hell there was non, it was just a place of pain, never ending suffering that bounds someone forever.

"You ready to get out?" a hell guard asked. "Will you stop trying to escape?"

The man wearing long hair was wiping an old dirty mug, with what looked like his skin torn off from his arm. He was wearing nothing but his own flesh, nothing to protect him from the cold, nothing to protect him from anything.

"Silence is it... Another eternity for you.."

In hell, seconds come by eternity, it couldn't compare to time on earth nor on any other world there is. Everything is slower in hell, that even a day could mean an hour in the living world.

The hell guard locked the door of the tower within the tower. Alfred Alstein wore a grin as he did, it seemed as though he had yet another idea, or felt something of a little luck heading his way.

As requested by someone, Alfred Alstein was sent to a towers prison within the actual tower it's self, by another order, two demon guards entered his Cell and trecked the tower from within.

Raching where he was, the Cell door opened and without warning, they locked cains around his neck.

"You're presence is requested by the king." Thickly the demon growled under his breath as one of them kicked Al into a standing position.

Al's expression was blank, faced down, he was neither sorowful no pleased. His hair was all over his face, he scars are inhumane.

"Walk properly." another kick welcomed him though he seemed immobile to most.

Slowly, he took one step, then another, he was already walking, yet the punishment never ends.

This was hell.