Chapter 9
Elijah
The ice clinked as I swirled the glass of whiskey. The half-empty bottle stood on the side table, close by for when I needed a top-up. Time pissed by as I stared at the flames flickering in the fireplace. One would think I lit it to ward off the early-autumn chill, but part of me wondered if it might be my subconscious trying to prepare me for an eternity in hell that awaited me.
What did it feel like to burn alive? To have flames engulf you, suffocate you while your skin melted off your bones? I could only imagine how terrifying it had to be to smell the stench of burning flesh, knowing it was yours—that soon you’d be nothing but ash.
Many religions taught us about hell. Hades. The underworld. That burning alive over and over again for eternity was what awaited you on
