The deafening sound of a bolt of lightning announces the arrival of the night, you begin to hear the sharp song of the crows to the arkness. The skies turn a sharp black never before seen and at the same time a blinding red lightning whips the ground violently making it crack and crack.
From the depths of the pavement begins to emerge the burning lava along with thousands of demons of stalking spectral figures armed with daggers and tridents with thirst for blood and death a symphony formed by a thousand black angels sing their funeral music creating an atmosphere of curse and depression accompanied with the cries and cries of frightened people which serve as a chorus to that sinister melody.
The moon begins to turn red as the wolves howl to her, the echoes of death begin to invade the environment little by little, people begin to fall to the ground their lives have been turned off and the demons begin to celebrate their war already won. From the sky begins to fall a deluge of water with a sour taste, are the tears of millions of angels, virgins and saints who cry with impotence the misfortune that is happening in the world this time the prayers and God did not serve much, the Damage was already done and the demons danced victorious over the dead and dying people hailing the appearance of their master.
Few humans survived the events, but the memory of that day will never be erased from their minds, the day of the red lightning and the rain of tears ... the day that hell rose to earth.
