My Domain (2)

In order to avoid meeting the crazy gaze in the sky again, Sherlock did not look up at the sun. He stepped on the long street quickly but cautiously… After a few breaths, all his senses turned into information and appeared in his mind.

The temperature, the sandstorm, the sounds, and the sticky air…

If this was Hell, perhaps Sherlock was the only one who had stepped into Hell.

Oh, that's not right. There was once a person who had entered Hell, Lord Dante, who had once killed the Evil God of Hell. Speaking of which, why did Lord Dante not disclose how hell looked like after returning to the mortal world?

Perhaps he had once described it in public, but as a commoner, he did not know…

Sherlock observed and analyzed as he walked along the edge of the building. His fingertips touched the weathered wall by the street and watched the mottled surface disintegrate into lines of fine sand that flew into the distance with the wind of hell.