Hell Hath No Fury

I wake up in a dark room. The smell of death is all around me. I can hear the slow drip-drop of water coming off the stone walls. Sounds echo off of the walls, reverberating, making me dizzy. I can’t move much of anything. The last vestiges of death are still upon me. But I don’t remember dying. It is then that I hear Him coming for me. A blade scrapes along the wall, His footsteps coming even closer. The door opens, spilling fire-light into the stone chamber. I look into the face of the Devil and scream.