Something smelled like sulfur. There was a pinging sound somewhere, like something striking something metal, and it didn't help<span style="font-style: italic"> at all</span>with Mack's headache.<br/><br/>Mack cracked open his eyes, unsure of where he was. What did he last remember? The post office? No, that wasn't it...god, why did his head hurt so much? He was in some kind of dimly lit room, not entirely clean, with cracked plaster walls. There were a bunch of cots in a row, each about ten feet long. To his left, there was some kind of massive red demon lying chest down, with tattooed black wings draping over the edges of the cot.<br/><br/>Mack looked to his right, only to be suddenly startled by a pair of bright yellow eyes really close to his face. The face which the eyes were on smiled, and spoke.<br/><br/>"Awake"<br/><br/>The sounds were weird, but strangely Mack could understand the meaning. The demon hovering over his bed,<span style="font-style: italic">literally hovering</span>, smiled a few molars wider, and then pulled up a slime covered rag that he had been using to wipe him down, dropping it on a heap of similarly filthy rags on the floor next to his bed.<br/><br/>Mack suddenly became conscious of the fact his shirt was missing.<br/><br/>Oblivious to his discomfort, the yellow eyed demon raised their head to look at someone he couldn't see, and shouted, "Hey! Slimy's awake!!!"