Hell

Having saw someone come down here, she stared around confused and puzzled in the least. There was no one though, but she did glance up and noticed all at once, someone falling into Hell in non-dead variety, that in itself was unexpected. But really was it her problem, nah she could get one of the other lords and whatever to handle them. Still she was curious and chose to sit there on the rock, waiting for the person to land, even messing with the gravity to make said fall slower, what could you say she was bored? Not to mention if she kept messing with said person they would eventually get annoyed which was hilarious, even more so and well not like she had anything to do, since Eve was away and she repairing her damage to hell, Sirad's not Eve.

Somehow the Primoris found himself in the Infernal realm. The Predatory Incarnate consisting of Primordial essence and with the ability of transmutation, was more than capable of dealing with the searing heat, choking gases, and other environmental factors. Save for Lava, he did not want to get caught in that. His reason for being here was simple exploration. The white cloak of his station hanging off his lithe frame obscuring it from view, the sign of his station and what it meant. Beneath that cloak was his uniform, vest, and pants. While forearms and hands were braced and gauntleted, and his feet and legs up to his knees were encased in grieves. As he made his way through the realm he decided to simply remain on the higher level, not wanting to be too bold in his exploration just yet. He knew where he had ended up, and knew the place was dangerous.

He fell from above and noted the gravity was decreasing it slowing it down. His consciousness focusing his inner power, loosening material bondage slightly around his body, causing his presence to impose itself upon the immediate area around him, the area of his aura. The presence he now manifested would cause ambient light to bend around him to a degree casting him into a dimmer shade, as the thermal energy around was pushed back slightly to gradually cool. Though it would probably not do much considering how hot the place was normally, which had caused him to adapt his essence somewhat to handle the heat. He simply Let the fall slow down for now, but was gathering power for something.

Staring at him she let her voice echo through the realm, "Oi ugly get down here and actually quit holding up the souls. One you don't belong here, two smoking kill and three you are boring and I don't care about you. Go jam your hand in a door and that will be the sound your Mum made when I gut and murder her without compassion without care. Also then get a cat stick in a blender and that will be sound you make if you don't get down here in 5..." she smirked and went on, "Oh and by the way, I am not joking with that you will regret ignoring me if you do."

Laughing she went on, "So what is it ash lungs, you come down here, or I send the lovely chains of Hell up and pull you down and or rip you apart? Pick the door, choice or whatever the fuck ya know, I ain't got the time for you to have Tea with that whore Alice while you fall into Wonderland. Because here's the fact, and just the facts I control this realm in it's entirety you come down like good person, or I will show you just how little control you got in this place."

*Fenris listened to the beings little tirade. He puffed on that cancer somewhat ignoring her for now, but focused his intent to cycle his inner essence expending a small amount to increase the density of his body to counteract the lessened gravity resulting in a faster fall. He would indeed come down, landing right in front of her, the density of his body adding to his durability but also allowing him to fall with great force, perhaps enough to crack the ground he landed upon. He landed in a crouched positioning, natural symbiotic weaponry flowing into his hands beneath his cloak, though they did not yet form. He rose slightly, though the way he lingered along the ground made it look like he was kneeling to her for a short moment.

He tilted his head at her. "Mmmm enough with the sweet-talk..." he stated. "I was just checking the place out..." as he spoke he flexed his shoulders, but was weary of what she might do, keeping that power on stand by. He did not contest her ego, but he did know that even if she could control the realm in its entirety, she could not control what he "consisted" of nor could she take over his presence at least not without serious specific efforts on her part. "So if my being here bothers you you can send me right out..." he stated.

Rolling her eyes she said, "Blahblahblah, I have no interest to deal with retards or people pretending to be retards. How about you go take a long walk off a short pier and never come back. You are boring and also clueless, still not aware of what this game is, the game is, you listen and learn perhaps, perhaps being you're probably too dense of a cunt to actually comprehend that. Instead I shall just roll my eyes and if you don't leave you will leave here with a little present, are we quite clear or do I need to begin reciting the alphebet to you and teach how to go to the toilet, since you seem unable to do anything resembling be a threat."

With that she sat herself down near a rock and stretched rather boredly, "And Imma waiting, doubt it will be worth it though."

Fenris raised his dark brows at her. She did not seem to be a very reasonable entity, but he was used to dealing with such beings. He had just fallen in, and she was acting like he fucked her sister, ate all her food, and smoked all her pot. If anything to the Primoris it seemed like she was compensating, a ruler of such a realm seemed like she would be a bit more dignified, but it did not really matter to him. "I just said I would leave if you wanted... However if you seek to instruct me I am not adverse to listening..." He puffed on that cancer, he was not really set on proving this being wrong, or anything like that, his priority right now was information and if she wanted to share it, he was not going to say no.

"Oh you would like to fuck my sister would you not, but here's the deal not allowed because she's my wife and you're not getting her, not at all. So quit with that fantasy, now as I said to get information you may well not want the risk. I am not one to play mindless mind games, I instead skip the mind and go for the hurt, information requires you taking one thing and living with it, one thing, not your soul, no we do this differently in my realm, you instead have to take something a tad more interesting."

Fenris raised his brows. "My apologies but it seems like this is a mindless game..." he stated. She spoke of souls and other such things, but the Primoris was a unified consciousness, mind body and soul were unified. Though he was interested to realize she had heard his thoughts albeit it they had been subtle and not fully formed. He supposed she got the gist of it. "Such as?" he asked. He was bored, and had nothing better to do, so he would indulge her game for now. But still he maintained his focus just in case he did not like where things were heading. The presence around him began to sharpen gradually, though there was no hostility in his presence since apparently she could detect such things. "If I don't like the terms I am free to leave then as you have wanted me too?" he asked.

She would snicker and merely respond, "You want information it comes at a price, if you don't want it then go screw yourself. I got no time for people being indecisive twats. So willing to pay the price or going to go home and cry to your Mummy? If you are then you are a waste of time and my leaving present won't be as nice to live with." with that statement, she would wait for him to say yay or nay.

*Fenris huffed. Presence continuing to sharpen. But then held steady. "Alright I guess this is the part where I tell you what I want to know, and you tell me the price..." he said as he scratched the back of his head with those clawed gauntleted fingers. "Well then to start, what are the most influential powers in these realms?" he asked. "And what is the 'price' of such knowledge?" he asked. "Tell me the price for that knowledge and I will see if I am willing to pay it. Unless you are willing to tell me more for one price?" he asked.

Laughing she stared at him, wondering if he was seriously saying that, before finally responding, "One this is not how it works you get the knowledge you get the price not I say price, then you decide whether the knowledge is worth it? Talk about retarded, you are officially verging on brain dead at this point." with that she would giggle loudly and await his reply.

It was time for his own Patience to wear thin. "Mmmm I'm not gonna sit here and tell you anything you 'give' me will be easily adapted too, whether it be infernal herpes, a vagina on my head, or an eternity of pain and suffering, what I will say is getting information from you seems like more trouble than its worth when I can just get the information from someone else who wont play the games. Farewell Monarch of the Infernal..." the term given with a subtle amount of sarcasm. Unless she took measures to stop him, he would cycle power through his form, focusing on the ambient itself rather than the hellish realm he was staying in, concentrating on another part of the ambient. He would give her a polite nod of his head, almost reverent as he would take a step back, he had not left yet but was about too.

"Oh no you don't you forget the deal in this case what I said, which is you either get small price or leave and get something worse, you chose worse, I shall curse you with a suitable punishment and be warned curses in my realm have more potentsy. You hear a truth believe a lie, you wander hard and get not far, as it shall be so you shall see no one shall believe you and no one will see." smirking she said, "You my friend are going to be hard pressed to have anyone do anything now, this is the curse from ring of Betrayal, I warned you now, you chose not to leave with lesser punishment now you get a worse one, whereas could have killed you the point being is sadly you will be hard-pressed to have anyone even believe your name, let alone what you want to do, farewell!"

Fenris sighed. "Ya know for a monarch you seem pretty petty... I'll deal with it..." he said rolling his eyes. Her auto-curse did not worry him and there was a reason for that. "Since its too late to simply ask for info anyway I'll just let you do... Whatever it is you do...." he said. Once focused upon the Ambient he would cycle power through him, a simple step and he would find himself back on the main-plane by virtue of harmonization with where he wanted to go, and using the energy too facilitate the movement. He would be gone unless stopped.

Before me there were no created things,
Only eterne, and I eternal last.
All hope abandon, ye who enter in!

These words in sombre colour I beheld
Written upon the summit of a gate;
Whence I: Their sense is, Master, hard to me!

On this day, this moment of time there was no lack of visitors into hell. She came, red hair blazing like the gold forges of Greed and the boiling blood of the Phlegethon. Though she walked into a domain that was not her’s the devil could not know her and had no absolute power over her for they had not met and her design was alien but not so. The gates parted and the lone woman marched into hell in search of an artifact the devil would be both loath and overjoyed to part with.

As the young woman made her way through the upper rings of Hell, a host of curious beady eyes observed her with mild interest. Ghostly yellow eyes materialized in the shadows behind her. A faint skittering of whispers and clicking of claws echoed from the darkness as they watched the new resident.

She felt eyes on her through the sheer linen as she shuffled along the dark corridors. They seemed to slowly wind either left or right, the walker never realizing the shift of pitch until they were peering around curved walls. This unsettled Ophelie greatly. She pulled the fabric closer as whispers rushed past, picking up the pace. The skittering of claws, she walked even quicker.

Every now and again Ophelie would pass another form in sheer linen, but there was something different about them. They weren't fully there, as if someone had turned out their light. The young woman shivered again with fear as the whispering and claw clicking grew louder.

"Oh!" Ophelie had made the mistake of glancing over her shoulder. There floated golden orbs that peered into her very soul. It was then Ophelie began to run.

The eyes continued to multiply. They stared at the girl, unblinking and without emotion. Puddles of black slime gurgled to life across the ground. Short black antennae, round black heads, and more beading yellow eyes lifted from the sludge as short clawed arms raked the dead earth. The creatures stood little higher than the woman's knees, but they emerged in masses. Most of them collapsed into the ground, becoming living shadows that clung to her every move.

A black orb, the size of a softball appeared through a brief small explosion of white and purple energy. The orb wouldn't move, it would just sit there for a minute. After a few minutes, it began to crackle with white lightning. Following this lightning, an eye with a golden iris appeared inside the orb and was proportionate to the orbs size.

"Well this is a lovely place to be sent...It seems so dead! Ha! He! Wow, it's been a long time since i've been awake. Maybe there's some kind of life here..."

As the dust settled in the Circle of Violence, and the forces of the Dark Legion crawled back into Dis to lick their wounds, wail, and gnash their teeth, a great rumbling would be felt - emanating from the bottom of the plane. A massive crack reverberated through the Ninth Circle. It was like the sound of shattering glass - or ice - and snapping chains.

Finally, an ominous laughter rumbled from the darkest depths of Hell.

Janemba noticed the change, and began to look around.

Janemba has left the area, heading in into The Vestibule (The Indifferent).

This area begins to push everything out of itself, a great expulsion of material into another realm...

Charon the Ferryman has arrived, coming from Limbo - First Circle.

Frank Steve Furtenbag has left the area, heading in into The Vestibule (The Indifferent).