Anakin stared at the vast expanse before him, his breath catching in his throat. Hell was nothing like he’d imagined—and yet it was everything. The skies burned crimson, streaked with blackened clouds that twisted unnaturally, as if the heavens had been torn apart and stitched together with malice. Rivers of molten lava snaked through jagged obsidian cliffs, their glow casting eerie shadows that danced like living nightmares.
A chill ran down his spine, despite the oppressive heat that pressed against his skin. The air smelled of sulfur and something far more sinister, an ancient scent that whispered of despair and power. He couldn’t tell if he was horrified or mesmerized.
“This… is Hell?” His voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper.
“Impressive, isn’t it?” Lucifer grinned, ste
