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Minos indeed sat silently and astonished at the cross of words and feelings between the two. Betrayal and astonishingly some of the best damned drama the Judge of Hell had seen in some time. The giant simply leaned forward towards the two and sniffed the air once more as if in pure disbelief as to what was said before him. Wonder simple filled the old kings mind as if something needed to be said. Minos thought that something needed to be done! Instead the old monster chortled and leaned back as if his joy would cause his death.

"Ezrael if only I could punish God for such a thing! Fraud would grace me with the pleasures of listening to both your screaming corpses as flesh was removed from bone and only sinew and pain remained!" Minos continued to laugh like the devil himself as he raised his gavel of gold high over head as if mocking the very heavens for this damnation. "You seek the ruler of Hell in a time of many warring factions." Minos brought his free hand against the air before him creating from nothing fire to parchment, a list, and information pertaining to the events that transpired whilst things remained civil within this level of Hell. For the illusion was all that mattered and the souls present need to know that their heaven was a cleverly crafted lie.

"Lucifer is on the move once more, A Dark Emperor of the city of Dis wishes to claim all of Hell, and a prince of Sloth is leaving this pestilent pool of filth on his own. You picked a Hell of a time to journey down into these dark depths." Minos looked over the scroll once more before setting it aflame and watched as the ash bellowed towards the two like snow falling upon fresh earth. "Jean-Paul. I would suggest you make haste then." Minos slowly raised himself up from his throne and continued to look down upon the priest. "Be weary of the Prince of Sloth and take your faith with you. I doubt Lucifer would be pleased if I simply allowed you to pass....However if you take the path that Belphegore once controlled, his bridges, you will find little in the way of resistance. Traverse the mire and into the swamp only to head further down...." Minos groaned as both his throne and himself seemed to fade from view as if blending into the environment which produced them.