March till Death

Driven ever farther from his home, Arturus must come to terms with the fact that, as a denizen of Hell, it simply may not make sense for him to feel things like hope or love.

In a place where all that ends is ill, hope is a lie.
In a place where all who breathe are selfish, love is a liability.

But Arturus can't help himself-his heart longs for his home and for the people he left so far behind. All men dream, didn't you know? Even the damned ones . . .

Especially the damned ones.