"From orbit, he watched the humans fall away. It was interesting to see, the final moments of their finite lives, burning out in a blaze of confusion and fear. He could feel them, every last one of them who had died, writhing and screaming as they passed away from their mortal coils and into the depths of this world. And, he had been alone. There was no one to have failed him, no weak link in the chain. He was one crew in and of himself. More than one would have been a liability, and he couldn't risk that. Not here.That's how people died.But then, he knew no one really died here. This place harbored a legendary evil. It was the black ichor of the universe, a trap for souls, an endless hunger and rage that sought only to hurt. During his time in school, he had discovered that humans had a concept similar to one his own culture held dear. They believed in a Heaven, or Deva'Loka as his people called it, and they believed in a Hell, or Narka'Loka. It seemed they all had different ideas about the fine details, but the fact remained that most of them believed. He looked sadly down at the planet, and he said a silent prayer for them as they descended into the dark place.He didn't want to, but he knew he must follow.The others would be here soon.He took a deep breath as he prepared an entry course for the planet, and followed them in. From behind his copper stained mask and breathing apparatus, his yellow eyes closed in a silent prayer for himself as well..."In the deep abyss of space, on an alien world, survivors of a crashed ship, will soon discover their worst nightmare... that Hell is very real!