Death Volcano (1)
(Tom's PoV)
During my whole life, I rarely cursed. Even though I am a man and I was surrounded by tough guys and they swore and cursed a lot, I was raised by my mother to mind every words I would say. Speak nicely, she said. A man of manner was much better than a man of matter. The way you spoke and chose your words represented your true self.
Therefore, even though I was not really good at talking good, I was sure with my ability not to curse and swore.
But, at this particular moment, I had a strong urge to curse loudly.
Not only because of the lava under my feet, but also because I noticed a strange phenomenon from up above it.
The biggest hole with sizzling lava was in a shape of grinning devil. There were two small holes above it, right at the place of eyes. I didn't want to think that it was a very big creature under my feet, waiting for me to enter its mouth, but somehow I got the feeling that it was really a gigantic creature.
What the hell was that?!