Page 80 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

This Crumbling, Burning World

My mother once told me about a place.

A place feared by mortals and immortals alike.

In her stories, she spoke of rivers of fire,

of ground that was hot, glowing coals.

She called this a realm of torment

but before I could ask her more,

she changed the subject.

What I saw here was so much worse,

a place beyond imagination.

All around me I heard the roars,

and it struck me like a slap to the face.

Those roars were not of anger.

They were wails of pain, a hunger for freedom.

An eternity of beings all trapped

in a burning forever.