Marvel: Sin Lord

Inarius awoke gasping, his body trembling and covered in a cold sweat. He was completely naked, with no clothes. The ground beneath him felt rough and jagged, like charred stone. He sat up, the acrid smell of sulfur and smoke filling his lungs.

When his vision cleared, he looked around, and his heart sank.

The realm from his nightmares had manifested fully around him—but it was different now. No longer was it an endless void of blackness. Instead, it was a hellish landscape, seemingly infinite and devoid of life. The ground was an endless expanse of ash and slag, broken only by rivers of molten rock that snaked across the plains, glowing an angry red.

Above him, the sky was shrouded in perpetual darkness, thick with smoke and fumes rising from a massive volcanic mountain in the distance. The volcano dominated the horizon, its size so immense that it seemed even larger than the biggest volcanos and mountains. Lava spewed violently from its peak, illuminating the oppressive skies with fiery light.

"What the hell…?" Inarius muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and dry.

As he struggled to his feet, he noticed something else—something that made his blood run cold. Beside the mountain stood an impossibly tall tower, its blackened spire piercing the heavens. At the very top of the tower was an enormous flaming red eye. It burned with an intensity that seemed to pierce through everything it gazed upon.

Inarius froze as the eye began to move. It wasn't just a structure—it was alive.

The flaming eye turned, slowly and deliberately, until its gaze locked onto him.

The moment it did, an overwhelming wave of power and sin crashed over him. It wasn't just energy—it was a torrent of every dark emotion he had ever felt. Guilt, rage, greed, lust, envy—all of it magnified a thousandfold and thrust back at him.

Inarius staggered, clutching his chest as if his heart might burst. He fell to his knees, struggling to breathe. The weight of the eye's gaze was unbearable. He could feel it tearing into his very soul, as if it was unraveling him thread by thread.

"No… stop…" he gasped, but his voice was nothing more than a whisper against the howling winds of this hellish place.

The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was the flickering flame of the eye, burning brighter and brighter until it consumed everything.

And then, he fell unconscious, the world fading into nothingness.