The Burden

The morning was unusually foggy that day. In fact, it was so thick that one would think the clouds themselves have descended upon the Void Domain. Yet this wasn't what happened and, could not be any farther from the truth. It wasn't the sky and the heavens that descended.

It was the devil.

"Hey, look." A guard said, sobber and pointing at a silhouette that appeared in the mist.

"That's probably a worker coming back early." His companion mentioned.

"Early? Come on, do you know what time it is?" He said, mentioning how the workers were still sleeping at that time or, preparing for the day ahead. This alerted both of them; making them raise their guns as they asked:

"Who goes there?"

There was no response to their words. Instead, the silhouette simply continued moving towards them. His steps echoing. Faintly. Gradually increasing in volume as he continued getting nearer.