Rescuing John - Inside Nergal's Lair
From the outside, Nergals home almost looked like an old temple, carved into the land itself. It had been carved into the side of a mountain, its deep red rock polished and adorned with gold and brass decorations. Two large heavy doors were closed, with one smaller door at either side.
Inside the Demons home, long winding corridors separated rooms that had been carved out of the mountain, their ceilings held up with twisting jagged pillars made from bone. Small fires had been placed into small hollows in the walls, fueled by human souls. Down the long winding corridors of Nergal's home, screams pierced the air and echoed, inescapable.
On the ground floor appeared to be a variety of rooms, some for pain and some for pleasure. Others for both. Some rooms were closed off with heavy wooden doors while others were open, without doors. That was what separated the torture rooms from the others. The doors held back Nergal's prisoners.
John was being held in one of the rooms at the end of one of the winding, unnatural corridors. His room was bare enough, with space for two different types of torture rack, and various tools that he been hung up on the walls. John had been chained to one of the walls. He hung there, face bloody and body bruised, barely conscious. His torturers would return at some point. He wasn't sure when but he knew they would return.