Once upon a time before the hell was called hell, it was called Gehennum. A place of rock, and mountains of rock. There was no fire, and no lava. Just rock, and mountains of rock.
There was a demon walking with his friend one day, Ariel's day this time. They were walking and then they got lost. They were surrounded by large protruding rock, from the ground. And there were pebbles on the ground. Not stone that they were used to. It got stuck under their nails.
"Where are we?" The demon said. His friend looked around.
"I don't know." He said. "Let's keep walking, and turn at the corner." They kept walking and turned at the corner. There they saw another demon laying on the ground. They looked at him laying there.
"Do you think this demon is injured?" The first demon said.
"Maybe." He said. He walked closer to the demon on the ground. He bent at his knees.
"Are you injured?" The first demon said. There was no response. He spoke again.
"Demon?" He touched the injured demons arm, and shook it. There was no response.
"Turn him over. Do you have something to wake him?"
"I have some salt I got from the west side of hell."
"Give him some." He gave him some salt in his mouth. The injured demon woke dazed.
"What happened? I think I was beaten up."
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