Hellhound Death Squad

While gysers sprew pure molten lava, They ride upon monstrous sized bikes made from the bones of their victims. Blaze a trail across Hell’s barren wasteland. Kicking up a cloud of dirt and poision in their wake they ride. Death and torture are their trade. The riders of these beasts are nothing but bones themselves, the living dead. Fearsome,crule and as mean a a raging badger. With an eternally burning fire in their ribcage and eye sockets. Skeletons forever hunting, forever torturing, forever killing. The death they bring is slow and painful. They tie your limbs up in chains, hook those chains to their bikes, then inch by inch, they pull forward until they pull you apart. They may put your head in a vice. Then keep cranking until your head splits open and your brains fall out. They may feed you to a slow moving flesh eating virus. These are just a few of the hundreds of thousands of torture methods they know. Blood pours like a mighty river in their wake