The Pit

Empty white eyes opening from an early death. Looking down at pointed fingers, skin like tar, bones crackling like an awoken flame. Wings small and useless stretched so painfully. It was all over, for that eternal moment. But then, a new beginning had taken the stage, a life of equal lack of meaning. The Pit. The bottom of that which was thought to be bottomless; attempts of escape worthless and futile. A sky unseeable - walls and floors of decrepit stone and sulphur. A child stood, awoken from the long-gone gaze of godless gods. The child's horns were feeble and unimpressive. Its mind filled with emptiness. An inherent lack of hope. What is this child's name?