⟬ Elsewhere in the Plane of Fire... ⟭
Dreslat couldn't sleep.
It was his rest period.
He wasn't working.
He was eyes-closed, crouched in a pile of chalky dirt, hugging his bony knees close...
That was... the best he could do, as far as sleeping conditions went.
--but he still couldn't sleep.
The only light in the tunnel came from Maltwick. Bulbous growths on his back gave off a sickly yellow glow that illuminated the dark tunnels.
...the malms and malms of dark, cramped tunnels.
"We're almost there," Dreslat muttered... "I can feel it in my bones."
There wasn't much left of him beside bones.
He hadn't consumed anything resembling essence in weeks.
Dreslat's bloodline was particular resilient...
Dreslat: A tall, bony devil with torn wings and a long tail.
Maltwick: A bulbous demon with a penchant for digging.
Catherine: Loveable, red-skinned blood demon with a unique dialect.