Welcome To Hell

The smell of sulfur linering in the stale air
A mixture of blood and lava slowly flowing into a pool under the throne of the "Red King"
Screams of the burned and beat echo in the distance of this barre, burning waste land
Beings with flesh hanging off of them as if it was a scarf surround  the throne and crowed the so called "streets"

All is silent now as the King raises his hand, creaking a smirk that shows black teeth as dark as his soul
He lifts his head and looks upon his ghastly kingdom
His eyes burn into your very being
He slowly opens his mouth and utters 3 small words that make even the gods in the heavens tremble in fear
"Welcome to Hell