He struggled over the rock pile before the cave, this is where Altan was ripped in half.
He dragged himself over the sharp rocks losing more of himself.
Deafening bellowing laughter burst through his ears.
A flock of dread birds passed over their cyclops eyes watching.
Looking downward upon him considering whether to dive.
He took a slice of heart inside a rag from the last demon he had slain.
Salted and iron flavor he downed it.
His body kicked into action, he dragged himself to the cave entrance.
Adrenaline overwhelmed him, he controlled his own bleeding.
He could hear hard heavy footsteps coming from the rock pile.
He knew the mindless giants would find him if he didn't get to cover.
Once a price of a district now an outcast a pariah on his own land.
He pulled himself into the darkness and pushed himself bloody and broken.
Through the myriads of caverns and crevices until he was no longer in hell.
He was searching for something another form of himself from somewhere unknown.
Not earth, not heaven or hell and certainly not purgatory.
He heard water within the voluminous dark he began to move urgently.
He slid and fell injuring himself several times before hitting the water.
Somewhere many meters below.
He forced himself under as if seeking his origins.
Human origins that were now disconnected from him, had been for eons.
Then he stood complete in the darkness.
His body whole, no longer ragged guts hanging out of half a man.
But the full man or entity he had dreamed of becoming for those million nights.
Those million days of toil and bloodshed above ground in Hell.
He stood healed and entire. His inner brightness shone and he was real.
He felt every cell in his body pulsate.
He was complete.
Open and desiring eternity.
Embracing the yearning to taste blood.
He would find earth from this forgotten place.
To recreate that sense of glory he once experienced before Hell.
When he was but an Akkadian lord in the state of Sumer.
