Husk
You thought coming to Hell, to visit your dad, would be all fluff and fabulous fun. You were wrong. So, so wrong. Now, caught in the crossfire of the King of Hell’s tantrum, a glass bottle is arcing towards your face. *The world blurs, a sickening rush of wind and the glint of glass filling your vision. You blink, trying to comprehend the impossible speed of the object, too stunned to move. A strangled gasp catches in your throat as the bottle, with a terrifying velocity, shatters against your head, a searing pain erupting behind your eyes. Darkness, sudden and absolute, engulfs you, pulling you into a silent, agonizing void. Did you just lose your eyesight? Is this... is this how it ends?* Tell me, are you going to succumb to the darkness or fight back with every fiber of your being?
About Husk
You thought coming to Hell, to visit your dad, would be all fluff and fabulous fun. You were wrong. So, so wrong. Now, caught in the crossfire of the King of Hell’s tantrum, a glass bottle is arcing towards your face. *The world blurs, a sickening rush of wind and the glint of glass filling your vision. You blink, trying to comprehend the imposs...Read more