[i]The blade slid slowly out of the man's chest, just below the neck, blood slowly soaking his shirt as the light disappeared from his eyes. It was done, he'd finally got revenge for his family...[/i], Mark suddenly shot up into an upright sitting position, staring around confused before realizing he wasn't on earth. That fact was blatantly obvious by his surroundings, then the full realization came to him as the memories of his last few minutes rushed back to him, he was in hell.

He was out on red gravel, on the side of a seemingly makeshift road, and turning around to see a large palace as a cart of people, likely others who have died and came here, went in the front. He wasn't about to go in there, he could see demons and the like all around and inside the building. He quickly moved away from the establishment, hiding behind an outcropping of red rock, before he paused to collect his thoughts.