"This heat..."
For Orion this was nothing
The complaint only comes as second nature
The infrared waves were the worst, they'd blind the eyes and scorch the flesh
Here it is constant, never yielding
No degree of relief will ever be felt in the pit

Orion, son of a demi-god and a whore, was given special work here
The one thing his father gave him, the ability to work metal like no other, was more of
                                                                                                a curse than a blessing.
Here he served as the blacksmith, forging instruments of war out of the worst 
                                                                                   materials he could imagine.
Brimstone, however, was quite a commodity and was the main element he used
                                                                                                                   in his crafting.
Forging brimstone was terrible work, which including the grinding of bones to be
                                                                                                   used as filler.

Orion, being a still-born baby was sent to limbo for not being able to repent his
                                                                                                                 original sin.
He was bribed by his Uncle to lend his sword arm and forging skills; in return he would receive fame and fortune, along with a place of power on the overworld

They didn't mention the eternity of slave labor...

It had been aeons since they left him here...

"Hahahaha, hilarious..."
"Wait what's that?"

Orion hadn't had contact with a single human in a million years it had seemed, yet he remembered their voices well... along with their perverted opinions and almighty ideals.
He liked it being him and only him he talked to. He was the only one that understood his sense of humor, in fact he had killed his last five helpers.
Orion had fallen to the depths of his being, no restraint, no shame, and definitely no remorse... To him, no other mortal or otherwise had ever withstood what he was forced to go through, his tortures were just a taste of his daily life...

"I think if you feel this, you may be able to relate to me better, human"
Orion was a self-divulging comic and loved when others put in their own twists on things he already thought were funny. When he snapped, there was an evil inside him that had been suppressed since his abandonment.

Here he was, doing the bidding of the devil himself, drinking the blood of the last human he had at his disposal...

Time to forge.
It calmed the nerves.
Not much did nowadays, so it was welcome.
"Just so damn hot" Orion says again. This time with a smirk on his face.

Years passed and his piece began to take shape. Elegant, beautiful, and soon to be
                                                                                                                                  deadly.

Decades later Orion finally withdrew the blade from the fires of his forge.
As his eyes hit the blade, he felt a pride he had never felt before.

Love, desire, envy, devotion, and hope.
He etched the words into the hilt of the blade.
He claimed that they were his only ways of describing the rush of his first gaze upon
                                                                                                                 the naked blade.
This blade, it was his partner in assassination. His only reason for having made this
                                                                                              blade was to murder his Uncle.
Orion's only way out of this abyss, to sanctuary.

                                                   It must be done.


to be continued soon...