I'd thought I'd never be able to open my eyes again, I thought I was dead. But I did, amazingly enough. I knew that I'd died, but I wasn't dead. Blinking, I noticed that Hell was much clearer than before. I felt more powerful, more supple. I craned my neck, trying to get a look at my body. It bent, far more than it should have, in an almost serpentine manner. I got a view of myself. I was covered in armorlike scales, ice-blue in color. My wings were more powerful too. My mind raced, trying to figure the transformation out. It wasn't hard, my dragon blood was already beginning to take over, the death of my human body must have simply sealed the deal. With a flap of my leathery wings, I lifted into the air, searching for the rift. It was still open, larger than before. Demons and devils of all sorts were flooding through. I fought my way to the front and slipped through back into my own plane. I'd have to find a way to seal it and soon.
