It was literally hell, literally. There was fire and lava everywhere, however he didn't really feel any heat, he didn't feel anything actually. Everything was blurry due to the heat that should have been there though he could see clearly. He was laying on a table made of stone and all around him strange creatures danced. They were demons, he knew this, but not just because of the fiery background. He knew they were demons because he'd seem strange creatures like this before, even though they use to just be in his head. The boy would glance around, not understanding why he was here and why there were so many creatures. And why he was naked, he'd like to know that as well. His deep purple eyes would glance around, watching the creatures and the fire dance around him. Then he noticed that something wasn't dancing. There was a creature above him, much larger and quieter than the others. This creature was all black as if it was made of shadows. It didn't have glowing eyes like the others but seemed to be made of what looked like a black ox skull and a long cloak covered it's body. This was different. He knew this, this was real and something to be feared, but why didn't he feel fear? He watched as a long black claw would move from under the cloak and move towards the boy. He watched in awe until the claw rested over the boy's belly button. What now? Was he going to be split open as a treat for the dancing demons? Seemed legit. But that wasn't what happened. The creature would press the claw right over the boy's belly button. As soon as the claw touched him a bright pain coursed through his body. He let out a scream as the pain grew worse and worse until his screaming was all he heard. It was only then when Doonoe sat straight up, gasping for breath. He glanced around as his scream echoed through the empty alley he had be sleeping in. Someone in the apartments above yelled for him to shut up, not caring if he was being raped or murdered below them. Doonoe was panting with sweat pouring off him. A cold breeze rustled his hair and made him shiver, he'd catch his death if he didn't dry off. But wait, what was that? There was one part of him that wasn't shivering. He would raise his tattered rags from his stomach, blinking at a pleasantly warm inverted cross right over his belly button. The hell? Did he get a tattoo or something? He poked at the cross and blinked as his dream came back to him. But was it a dream? This cross wasn't, or maybe it was. He had a hard time telling what was real and what wasn't. But one thing was real. The horned creature, it had said something to him while he was waking up. What did it say..? "We'll be waiting?" Doonoe began to pant again as the words echoed so loudly in his head that he felt his head would split. He covered his ears with his dirty hands to try to keep the sound out but it only grew and grew until once again he was screaming in pain.