The Flame of Hell Itself (1 other person)

OoC: Let's make history here!

BiC: Celciar fell down an endless gap in time and space. How he got there is a mystery, but it didn't change the fact that he was still falling.
After an hour of falling, he landed on his back and instantly changed into his flame form. Celciar got up, and limped forward.
Celciar was in a place filled with rocks and fire, and many, many demons. He tried talking to them, but they only responded in violence, breathing flame at him or clawing him.
Suddenly, Celciar came upon a demon so vast, so grotesque, so muscular, that it seemed to be the lord of all the others.
And it was...
This demon was wearing a crown made of thorns, and it had four vast sets of wings. It was green and black, had horns, claws, nine arms on each side, and forty beady eyes. It had no ears, but seemed capable of hearing.
It then looked straight at Celciar, roared, and all the others started toward him.
Celciar looked around for ways of exit, but found none. With demons of every kind marching toward him, he was helpless. There were to many.
Suddenly, one lunged at him...