Aurelia

I stumble through the forest, my thin dress getting snagged on the thorns and tearing. It’s cold, which is odd for Hell, as I’ve always thought it would be a very warm place. Suddenly, I hear a branch snap, and laughter. Footsteps sound through the forest. A deep, male voice comes from behind me, and I gasp and turn see a tall boy standing there, grinning evilly. Everything about him is dark, from his olive skin, to his black hair, soulless black eyes, and inky massive wings.