A timeout for some genuine good manners.
"It is your mission to bring people here. To hell. Or whatever this is." The Old Man's bones knocked together. The end of his finger fell into a sort of Grand Canyon underground, gobbled up by darkness. It pinged along rock ledges until I couldn't hear it falling anymore.
"I hope you didn't need that." I tried to be sympathetic.
"Unless you don't want to see."
With another thump of bones on the wall, my lantern went out, and I knew the darkness that has seen no light. I was engulfed by the blackness of hell. A total blindness, born without eyes. I waved my hands in front of my face and felt the air rush over my skin, but I couldn't see a thing. It was a suffocating pitch that made me gasp for breath. Even though there was plenty of oxygen, the walls of my crypt-like cocoon closed in. I pawed at my unseeing eyes and screamed, thinking sound alone might illumine my surroundings.
I shrieked and dropped my lantern, and it rolled over that brume all the way to the Old Man's feet. I knew it was him. Something about the insides of his eye sockets looked familiar, or maybe it was his gumless grin. Same two decayed teeth in there, a little worse for wear.