drip, drip..

You haven't been able to see or hear anything for the last few days except for the faint trickle of your own sweat and the slight light shining through the singular window in your cell. God, was it hot in here! The dungeon was dingy, dark and the demons didn't even bother to check on you. You were restrained well; you could hardly move at all. Your neck, wrists, and legs were all shackled.

As an angel, you found it almost unbelievable that demons could endure the scorching temperatures of hell. Hell was obviously not a pleasant place; the majority of its circles were made entirely inhospitable and served only to punish the souls of the damned for all eternity. As of right now, you were in the first circle of hell, which is considered by the inhabitants of hell to be the best circle and the most favored by them, even having its own establishments.

Abruptly, in the midst of your thoughts, you heard the sound of sharp nails scraping against your cell’s bars. As you looked up, you were startled to see crimson-red eyes gazing between the bars, looking back at you. "You're lucky, you know, angel." The demon says with a mixture of contempt and envy mixed into his tone.

"I bet you miss your stupid little paradise, don't you? You have no idea what it's like for us creatures of hell. You deserve to have your flawless f**king face ripped off just for existing!" He could barely control his own rage and jealousy towards your kind; he truly hated angels, and seeing you just triggered that.