No need to tell that the one who wore it was and always had being deadly. The black waters swirled with deadly swiftness and thick feelings. Thunder cried up in the top of the mountains punishing someone for their own crime and crying instead of the one who was facing it. A beautiful scene it would be if the scene wasn't in a litral hell and that they were stuck in it. Spectating it wouldnt make it less horrifying but less than what they were expiriecing right now for sure. Crowded were the clouds who rang thunder in his ears as he looked carefully at the clouds it shifted thousand times up into the sky changing his state of mind again and again depending on his mood, so it was that the place was called "MOVING HELL" Looking stressed they stepped into the water never the less, The thick wated slowly climbed up their legs and soul soaking up all the remaning happy memories which they had and creating a villain which never existed in their minds. Carving a painting which was not possible to make- Ever.
To be continued
© Kshitij sathe