He'd followed his elder brother into the temple through a door which had not existed until it was needed from what he could tell. As he entered the structure he had to stifle a faint hiss at the brightness of its walls and ceiling, before growling at the light reflected from the golden thrones. He watched as Righello crafted his own seat of glory in what seemed to be the prime place of honour before leaving for his private chambers, the air of arogance seeming to cloud him from view as he carefully examined the sheer blunt force of his pride.
Holding the orb close in one hand he used the other to pull his cloak tighter around his thin frame, eyes tracing the outline of the throne furthest from the entrance, hidden slightly in the shadows of the structural supports. It was perfect. Or at least as near as could be found in this place.
"Ah... Such a simplistic design for a throne" he chuckled darkly as he wandered around the throne before summoning a small pedestal upon which he placed his newly crafted orb.
"I wonder..." He reached out carefully and pressed a long skeletal finger against the warmth of the throne. The words detailing who the throne belonged too slowly began to carve themselves into the stone but they appeared to be having difficulty deciding what to write and in what order to write it, and they with a faint screeching sound the words were reforming as they were unable to keep to one typeface. The throne was also rippling and trembling as it changed style and shape in an ever increasing tempo, moving from colour to colour as what looked to be creatures formed from his own nightmares writhed within the stone.
"That won't do at all." he whispered and pressed his entire hand against the throne. The faint screeching spiked into a sudden wail of blood curdling damnation
"mm la la la, mm la la la" The worlds were slowly uncarving themselves and the throne was twisting into a shape which curved in on itself to the point of deifying all logical analysis as the throne shattered into powdered dust.
"Now for a change in décor." he said as he pointed towards the segment of wall behind where his throne had stood, warping the walls to dark lacquered wood carved into writhing creatures which changed every time some glanced at them. He parted the woodwork to form a heavy-set dreaded portal doorway in the centre of the wall and called into existence two brazier's in the shape of roaring hounds either side of it.
Satisfied with his work he turned back to face his orb, carefully placing his hands either side of it. His tongue clicked slowly as he tapped against the surface of the dark sphere. He smiled slowly as he leant back, sitting down on a large ornately carved tall backed throne made of black marble and ringed with trailing lines of flame that was being shaped for him. As he took his seat upon the throne the words
The Doomsman became etched over his head.
"Ah that is better." He said, smiling to himself as his
throne had brought a little darkness into this temple. He lightly caressed the hand rest of his throne, smiling as the naked woman bound and carved within the stone on this side cried out in silent agony while he slowly mutilated her body. He tapped her forehead and forced the stone to reshape itself into a dragon which snapped at the air.