The World Was Ending Tonight

A man stalked down the hallways of the Underworld, his face completely unreadable. Just his presence alone was enough to indicate his fury and rage that could bring down the entire building. One stomp of his foot could make all of his enemies shake in their boots. No one was going to come out unscathed from his madness. Everyone will end up burning and whimpering in Hell. One way or another, blood would be spilled, and it would first be leached from a man that should've died a long time ago.

The hallway was lined with men whose bodies were dipped in a bow, arms tucked at their sides. Just the sound of his echoing footsteps was enough to make them break out in a cold sweat. Goosebumps rose and hairs stood up when he stalked past them. They didn't know how he did it, but the air around him was even tenser and unbreathable than usual. Everyone held their breath, for fear that the smallest noise would trigger the ticking bomb.