Vesuvius

and with a tremendous force the earth belches all of hells inners thousands of miles into the air. Just before Satan's carpets could reach high enough to kiss the clouds Newtons laws forced the hellish bile back to their birthplace. As if to revolt from the laws of physics the ash still struggled. This storm, filled with the fiery spawn of Satan fell upon earths once fertile lands, forever scorching her with an ugly scar. Picking grapes from the Vesuvius vineyards, the townspeople heard a tremendous roar. As if rising from his forsaken lair, the demon blocked light from Sol himself. Fear gripped the hearts of the young Italians. Looking up they noticed that the beasts fire ridden blanket was getting larger and larger. They would run and hide and cuddle and scream, but the deposit of Apollyon was gaining on them. As if honing in on their very souls, diablo found his way into every crack, window, and hole. While his lungs were being emptied by Satans sulfuric sucking, a young italian uttered these words before his death. "Li aspetterò qui, Satan, per la vostra malvagità non passerò inosservato. Un giorno il mio corpo sarà trovato ed il mondo saprà che era voi che lo hanno ucciso."