DREAM #4

The body of smoke and death is perfect. It was born of the hate harvested from ten thousand condemned souls. Something so dreadful is not an easy thing to birth. Armies of spawn sought out the souls of evil. Lucifer’s minions collected the vilest of the condemned, and gathered together those who rain flame upon man. These souls were forced into the pit and burned upon an altar of spikes and swords. Finally, the brain of an ordained man, cut live from him during an act of sinful lust, was cast to the smoke and ash. This is the way of the death smoke and the telling of its birth. None have come before it, and empty are the plains of Hades to be unfruitful.

This falls to the greatest of efforts in creation and so, in perfect symmetry, it must be as troublesome to raze.