Several tens of devils flew around a massive pyre, guarding it. Their job was simple: keep the light illuminated and prevent anyone and anything from approaching it.
One of them moved -he could feel something approaching from below. He flew forward and looked down through the hole to the eighth layer, but sadly couldn't see anything due to the raging blizzard.
The storm was violent, even more than usual. But it wasn't what got the devil worked up -it was a faint clicking noise that had just started echoing around him.
Click after a click, it never ended, and grew stronger by the second. And then, it hit him. Sharp, loud, oppressive, and ruthless. The clicking grew so loud that he could feel his teeth cracking, all of his body convulsed, all of his thoughts washed away, and the only thing left inside his skull was a pain unlike anything that hell could offer.
