The Fire From The Depths Of Hell

Part 3

Red, orange, yellow.
The flame burns on.
Yellow, orange, red.
The flame burns on.
Fire lights up darkness.
The flame burns on.
Fire is contagious.
The flame burns on.

They chanted and they chanted and they never stopped chanting. I was tied up from head to toe. I could not move a muscle. The pain from my previous burns was still  with me, and now I was being thrown into the thing that all beings fear, the devil's favorite torture device, The flame from the depths of Hell. No one has been there, no one can go there, no one knows what lies beyond. Even the devil himself doesn't know. But the flame is his finishing statement. After a long eternity of torturing, the devil throws in the mortal, to endure the terrible flame of hell itself, which is the most agonizing and torturous treatment that could ever exist and it leads a mortal to the darkest part of the universe, the depths of hell. The flames leaping out of the crevice between the realms is enough to prove it would be a truly horrendous place, but besides that, the fact is you are burnt to ashes before you can even begin to realize what lies beyond. The thought is kind of comforting that even though you are dying unmercifully, at least you won't end up in the depths of Hell, a place where all evil is born, but burning to death is a pain you may never get used to.
I was lifted off the ground, my chains were shaken off me, and I was being pulled by scaly, demonic hands, that lead me to a bridge. They climbed the bridge for what felt like forever, dragging me along. Finally, we reached a point to where I could see a tiny red globe right under me from a great distance.
The hands lifted me from the ground, giving me no chance to struggle, as they threw me straight down, and I barely had any time to process of what just happened, and what was just about to happen, before I plunged straight into the fire.