Perdition

Is this not euphoria for those with hearts most vicious? First, sniff the wind like the reprehensible dog you are, savoring a scent most succulent and tainted with smoldering charcoal. Next, relish in the hot spell of the dragon’s breath on your face, flickering like how the miscreants adance in a blood-orange shade. Then, feel your toes around the ash, charred and blackened like the shores along the most poisonous oceans that this torrid universe has to offer. Finally, look upon the suffering of the others. They are ready to meet you. Well? Is eternal damnation not my finest work?