The Screams

It cascaded down like a harsh, winters rain. Covering everything for miles in it's wet, metallic scent. 
The screams of banshees and the howls of long forgotten predators filled the night with an unholy chorus. 
The end of the earth has came, and hell had come to reap it's rewards. 
There was no use in praying for a God that would never come, he had abandoned this place a long, long time ago. 
As the cries of the innocent, evil and the agathokakological called out, even the angels fell. 
No one was spared. 
No one would be left, except those of nightmares.