Two Eyes Cenote the night does not belong to god

there had been no reason to drift so far from the gathering, and yet apollyon moved as if he had been spurred by a bite from satan himself.

the land warmed as he hunted his way down into at last sandy soil, then a profusion of desert flowers; dunes spread before him and he knew this was a place he did not understand.

hot winds whipped the grains into his eyes; he retreated and ran madly until the high, arching walls of stone forbade him further.

and here he found the tendril of something compelling, and followed it almost breathlessly.