Review Summary: Eternal Torture in the Black City
You will not survive, Witch Hunter
Something not of this world.
As the Cold Steel of winter grips his flesh, he realizes there is nothing he can do. The bleak reality of terror strews across his face as the hordes pursue as if his Shadow.
He awaits the fading of light; what little light is left.
But there is no one yet human to witness his cries
But he is not dead, not yet. He will not be swept so easily from this world.
With a clenched fist he rises for the cold embrace of the frozen earth.
He feels The Calling of Satan within the screeches of whatever horrors seek to tear his life from him.
A Black Fire stirs within his breast as he faces his enemies, as they approach he catches his first glimpse
.....Words cannot describe the horror....
The Sons of Perdition.... The creatures of madness and insanity will plague the very nightmares of the Earth... as long as time will last.
The man faces the creatures.
His moistened eyes feel the sweet sting of snow, his mind drifts to the once beautiful land he now stands on; Land now stained with the blood of those he knew and loved...
He runs to meet the harbingers of death,
He Sreams with fury as a smile slowly finds its way across his cheeks,
He Screams as he is soaked in the entrails of monsters and demons,
He Screams with furious anger as he tears apart the hordes of black,
He Screams as he takes his vengeance, He Screams as his heart is ripped from his chest.
He would Scream if he could.
Eternal torture in the Black City