Fire, Ignition, A spark.

                                    

                                          

Soft grass, calming flowers, fresh Blood, And the screams of the damned. He governed this part of hell, and even with this institution, it was useless. It was all a bust.
"Damn devils can't even listen to any sort of reason. I'm trying to be different than that damn tyrant."
Now, in retrospect, his speech makes him blush, which for someone of his status is a sign of weakness, not to mention embarrassing.
He hated the chaos, the screams of almost every devil screaming as they're, dragged through the fields leaving blood in their struggling wake. The usual suspects are seen, Sea Urchin, Tomato, Bacon, Chicken, Rat, Unicorn. It was dreadful to see the ones of his own race be dragged through the same fields he loved to lay in, sleep, collect his thoughts, The many doors in the sky often open and close as devils attempt to challenge him to no avail.
"It's all too easy I could send one of my Ravens to do this for me instead of exerting my strength." 
As he speaks these words of hubris a devil drops from a large grandiose door, seemingly made of magnolia with intricate designs decorated delicately across them, as it creaks slowly having it's full form follow shortly afterward. As a swarm of locust swarm into his grand hall. 
He laughs, feeling the presence of a strong opponents, for a moment his eye widen those once closed look onward in shock, quickly he feels his heart beat raise as he feels the gaze of the particular opponent, someone he's faced before. Soon enough he grips his spear acknowledging the power of his opponent running simulations through his mind on how to most effectively dispatch this peculiar opponent. He spoke out.
"I thought you've been exiled to the human world, what are you doing here!"
The mysterious figure laughs. It laughs and laughs. Cackling something so wicked that it made his skin crawl, the sound itself felt as if it was not to be allowed like the laws of existence itself wanted to restrict this sound only for it to be controlled even in Hell itself as rotten and wicked as this place was wouldn't permit it, the laugh sounded like a human woman, not a laugh of joy grief, or malice, but sorrow? It lifts it's black cloak revealing a  black dress underneath revealing the locust from earlier emerge from it's cloak. Quickly he raised a hand to the sky causing I to crackle with energy. It forms more and more the sound of a ruinous lightning emerged as 9 concentrated beams of lightning form Infront of him.
Juxtaposing his earlier tone he bellowed deep from within his gut.
"THUNDER REIGN!"





January 11th, 1997
"WE FOUND A BODY!"
"QUICKLY GATHER THE AMBULANCE!"
"Hold on gentlemen, this one has a peculiar smell. It's human and devil!"
Yoruna opens his eyes as his hair blocks half of his sign acting as blinds from the harsh morning sunlight, his wet body being unresponsive to his movements, not the rain making his clothes damp and heavy, but genuine non-movement. As he looks around the small amount of around peeking through his locks of hair. A woman, a pretty woman! He looks on with a dry chuckle he speaks his first words of his continence.
"Wow a-p-pretty girl, I wonder if I can lucid dream before I wake up."
He coughs twice in choking on built up rainwater that ended up in his mouth. With a soft smile, the woman bends down on the balls of her feet sniffing the air twice. Her smile widening as she cocks her head to the side. In an almost condescending tone, she speaks.