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bottom of my neck to my pelvis.
    Not long passed before I was fully patched up or so he called
it. Elder Azazel dismissed the chains back to the sandy depths and
I flopped forward, body too weak to hold my weight. Almost face
planting the hot sand Elder Az caught me.
    “ Rest now young one. The trial is done with and all that awaits
you now is a world filled with tremendous amounts of fun for people
like me and you. We have a lot to do within the next two years so
do not sleep too long now.” Said Elder Az softly as he looked down
upon my blooded battered body.
    “ What do you mean the next two years you…?” I couldn’t say
another word because that damn bastard punched me clean in the
face, knocking me out and more than likely breaking my damn
nose.

    What did this man want with me? What did he have planned for
my future? Like fuck I was going to obey this deranged bastard, but
he did mention fun. Something that I would enjoy. Maybe, just maybe
it was worth hearing him out. But should I listen to a guy that
dragged me from the real world, shoved me in Limbo, beat the crap
out of me, sliced me open like a cake and broke my fucking
nose!
    Meh! What’s the worst that could happen?

Chapter six: Desert beasts

    Awaking with a shattered, bruised nose I felt physically okay,
everywhere apart from my nose was in perfect condition or so I
assumed. Nose still hurt like a bitch but it was hardly comparable
to what I had undergone recently all thanks to that winged
cunt.
    Slightly groggy I began to sit up on the dark blue sand;
barely warm it seemed my body had grown accustomed to Limbo after
having that worm like repentance thing ripped from the bowls of my
body.
    Sat still as I tried to shake the haze the first thing I
happened to notice was that I had been clothed. Dressed in red
baggy trousers, black heavily laced military style boots, a white
t-shirt and a black unzipped jacket. The red trousers matched my
new hair that still pissed me off, however I didn’t care for
fashion or style, only fighting and my precious guns. Basically I
had to be thankful that I wasn’t dressed in my own blood. What I
wanted to know was were the other Azazel had procured these
garments, after all he wasn’t carrying anything and I doubt he
plucked them from thin air.
    Gazing across the sandy dunes elder Azazel was sat atop
another mound of coloured sand with legs folded. It seemed like he
was meditating. Unsure at first glance but I could swear we were
not in the same place, the place I had entered into Limbo. Ahead of
me was elder Azazel sat atop a mound of sand, what a knob. To the
left and the right were endless reaches of desert, although they
were not entirely sand. Gigantic bones stuck out from the sandy
depths, soaring in the air these were much larger than whale
bones.
    What actually lived in Limbo or rather died in Limbo to
produce such bones? Fair enough I knew snakes along with other
reptiles could survive desert climates on Earth but an animal of
that size in the scorching, ruthless climate of Limbo was taking
the piss right?
    Stood still I pondered for a moment as a gentle breeze swept
past me from behind. It was gentle and revitalising, almost
relaxing as the rhythm of the breeze was like something inhaling
and exhaling. Hold on a moment I thought. That didn’t sound right.
This calm gentle breeze felt like I was being breathed on from
behind but what could produce a breeze as strong as
wind?
    Anxious to find out I span around, eyes almost leaving my
skull as I found myself in awe. What the holy fuck was that thing
staring at me as if I was dinner?

    Absolutely colossal in size Azazel had had his very first
encounter with a monster that dwelled within Limbo. Towering at
fifteen meters high it was a thick scaled reptilian beast on four
legs. Unbeknown to young Azazel the beast glaring at him with dark
red cat like eyes was called a Snagler. Utterly gigantic in size
its behaviour was somewhat similar to that of a vulture. It