#Inktober Day 26 - Stretch / Outlaw

In some parts of the spirit realms, belief is fragile and the bubbles of planar reality are at risk of being obliterated by the howling winds of oblivion. In other parts if the spirit realms, rigid tradition, faith and stagnant belief lick reality in a stranglehold. The hellish realms of the outer reaches feed on the beliefs people have in a tormented afterlife, their denizens and rulers bond themselves to these eternal beliefs, becoming virtual immortals as they do so.

In these stagnant realms, darkness can fester, groweing like a fungus, sloiwly consuming the living, recycling it to give birth to new energy in time. There are forgotten parts of these realms, areas where the darkness grows over parts the people want hidden, but in those hidden places the dark truths lie concealed. Demons torture the souls of those who lived lives found wanting, and sometimes they themselves grow bored of the torture, leaving pitiful souls strapped to torture implements as the darkness slowly surrounds them with it's tendrils, leaving them tortuously comfortably numb.

Occasionally, a wanderer will encounter one of these forgotten victims, gibbering blasphemies and spewing vitriol in languages long forgotten by the mortal world. Even if they could be understood, their ramblings are insane beyond the comprehension of any mortal mind. It is best to leave them alone and move along quickly,