The Inner Infernal Sanctum

Lucifer Morningstar would do some reading over the papers as well, double checking and triple checking to make sure of any funny business. He was, after all, the king of funny business. Taking the pen once it was handed to him, he grinned and giving a look to Zaltos. "By the by. I won't stop you, but I'd recommend not making so many enemies. It's none of my business if you do, but people won't be truly destroyed until you infiltrate their ranks and destroy them within the inside. It's why I don't have heaven right now. I'm taking my time, manipulating my way in rather than using brute force."

Zaltos Kiraxo "Have you not realized that is the idea? But to infiltrate heaven, that is beyond my ability at the moment. Maybe with the new world of science that is offered in Hell, we can craft a way to make such a thing happen... All the more reason for us to work together."

Zaltos reached inside his cloak and pulled out a small pipe with a green herb. He'd lide the slim tip between the slots in the mask over his face, readying to smoke. Raising his left index finger to the end of the pipe, he lit the herbs and took in a large draw that would leak from his nostrils as he passed the pipe towards Lucifer. While passing, he reached to grab the documents that Lucifer had signed and tucked them into his cloak.

"Celebrate with me and enjoy these fine herbs. Together, we will do what no others have ever been able to do, not even ourselves when standing alone... So tell me, what are some things you would like to see happen in the Mortal Realm?"

Lucifer Morningstar raised a hand and waving it in a 'No, I'm good' manner when the green herb was offered. He'd then summon the glass of wine he had been drinking, refilling it and taking a sip. "First, I should probably get some followers." He began, looking off in the distance and thinking. "People to revere me with promises of great power and a seat in hell if they complete the missions I give them...then, we should ingrain ourselves into the minds and hearts of man, and drive him to either wish for hell, or fear it."

Taking a long and drawn out sip of his wine, he eyed Zaltos. "As for you...I've no clue what it is you wish to do as of now, but I certainly hope you can bring some souls to hell. Hopefully willingly, but by force is fine too. The more willing they are to come, the more easily manipulated they'll be."

Zaltos Kiraxo "We preach that there is no god. With no god wanting them in their heaven, it only leaves one spot... As a bonus, anyone who is killed with a Hellstone weapon is sent to hell due to the corruption the weapon has on the soul. I will come back after everything is established and we are fully function in Xer, with a plan to claim millions of souls and plant a seed in millions more... But first, I need you to tell me where my fallen ship is." The masked man spoke as he took another draw on his pipe.

"Keep in mind, even those who believes the gods are pure can be twisted by their own books. We fight for Freewill... As the Christians call it, let me be your Anti-Christ and I will bring you masses of sheep for the slaughter."

Lucifer Morningstar shook his head slowly. "Mm...we shouldn't tell them there is no God, but we should remind them that he doesn't care about them, and that only the denizens of hell care." He swirled the liquids in the glass about, then looked up to Zaltos at the mention of souls being brought to hell upon being killed by his aforementioned Hellstone weapons. "That's good to hear, let's hope we never have to use it, eh? Woo 'em in and all that, and strike if necessary."

At the mention of a ship, he rubbed his chin, thinking to himself. "Hrmm...now where could that be...I'll get a man to give you the information once I find it, of course it'd take a bit of time right now, time that I don't have to spend. But of course, I can get it to you really snappy after that, same with the domain." He nodded and tilted his head. "Hrm. Anti-Christ? Nah, the title is reserved for someone else. But, I can give you another title. Be my destroyer of those who seek to rebel against the rebel, the killer of those who even think about starting a revolt. My friend....I shall call you Hell's Iron Hand. Keeping the worshipers and allies in check, and all that."

Zaltos Kiraxo "Fair enough, perfection takes time. I wish to use the Hellstone against the Aschen... After what they did to my brother and the brave Fireknaughts trying to help those people... I want their souls to serve, and their leaders to be the toys of our greatest demons. Since we both have busy schedules, I should take my leave. When I return, I might even come back with some gifts from a planet that has magical beasts; there's a few I find that would be at home here."

Sitting on the throne with her legs dangling off the right arm, 'The Destroyer' sat surveying the dominion with the look of sheer loathing and disgust. Currently, she was merely a lackey for the Prince of Lies. The Prince of Pride, she had spoken greatly on his behalf, but being what she was the incarnate of. It felt belittling, pitiful to be restrained. Abaddon - The Destroyer a ferocious dark demonic dragon who had shattered worlds, ripped countries in twain and completely annihilated huge civilisations. And now, here she was, brought to her knees by someone she once was loyal to.

Oh, how times change...

Twisted visages.

Mocking prisons, crushing doubt.

For now, Hells stark whispers spoke of promises that would finally have the Liar Prince and His Malign Crown Wretched from his skull and impaled on the promises he can never keep.

When that day arrived, Abaddon would once again rip herself from this realm and lay waste to the symbols of decadence and hubris. The nights would be never-ending, the fires everlasting. Black flames burning in the night while choruses of unholy tortured screams would ring out.

A cacophony that could even make her emote.

Deafening, truly wonderful to behold...

In time the Liar Prince would fall or be chained and then her obligations to this realm would be gone.

Ice, forgotten, cold biting ice...

For only in Hell can Ice freeze you in fire and flame.

"Poor Abaddon...so bored you must be. So bound and constricted. It must certainly be agony for you...isnt it?"

The voice on the air would be foreign to the Destroyer, a tone that screamed of the foulness of the darkness, yet gentle as if cradling her life and soul in it. The softness of it caressed and reached out but the bite and canter of it made it feel as though it were a claw like vice, ready to reach out and choke the soul within into dust. What a curious sensation that would come from her voice as the scenery changed.

The walls and floors would shimmer and distort, blending and fading in and out of reality as if it were made of a liquid that would drain if touched. Overhead, a moon began to appear, a cresent moon with a canvas of stars wheeling overhead and stretching far down till the sight of it could no longer be seen. The vision shifted and the room turned to quake only slightly and the earth now bore fresh cut grass and mighty trees: each of them bearing a black piece of fruit upon their branches. A snap was heard as a fruit landed on the ground near the throne, which was the only thing remaining of the original world Abbadon was in. It rolled towards the foot of the throne while the voice came again

"My little one, my most tender seed. You must tire of such a long vigil, surely your time in Hell has not dulled your taste of food and drink? Though you may not require it I urge you to try...after all, it is a mother's job to tend to her weary children"

From the orchard of black and starlight came a beast. A great lioness adorned in glittering gemstones and gold, bracers adorned her wrists with onyx's embedded within the dark gold. Her color bore brilliant rubies and sapphires and her diadem, which she wore atop her head bore a single black gem which oozed with the power of the All Consuming Darkness. This Lioness, strode proudly across the field of fruit and trees to rest on her haunches mere steps from the throne and a smile graced her muzzle while looking upon the creature before her.

Abbadon was now in the presence of the Second, the Mother, The Dual Opposite of Leolik, the Creator and First. Though she would not know her name, she could feel the absolute authority she carried and that she now existed both in Hell and in her Realm of the Twilight Grove. Her haunting eyes like two swirling black holes outlined with white looked at the mighty Destroyer with no fear...but pride

"Eat my child...I insist"

Then the quiet ended and a voice spoke unlike one that Abaddon had ever heard of felt, something primal, no older than primal ancient, untold madness and screams. Long forbidden forgotten voice. Such ferocity and power, but Abaddon had been fooled by theatrics and simply groaned before sighing, "Power, power so pronounced and unyielding but... I have been down this path before... Whether I wish to be free of this obligation does not mean I desire to hear promises that will never be kept." climbing off the throne she growled letting out a dangerous harsh roar before taking on her true face. A draconic demonic monstrosity that towered over the huge room.

Now in her true form when she spoke the hall shook and groaned and there was dark incomprehensible hiss which originated, "Who dares approach Abaddon - The Destroyer with such frivolities, reveal yourself so I may see the face who speaks a lot, but offers little..."

As the apple fell to the floor she picked it up, noting how easily it is to crush it with her huge talons, "Fruit? You offer me fruit of all things." once more Abaddon letting out an ear-piercing roar that shook the foundations, "I AM ABADDON - THE DESTROYER, THE VIOLENCE DEATH, THE GENOCIDER, THE SHATTERER OF CONTINENTS AND COUNTRIES... FRUIT... FRUIT?!" there was what sounded like a laugh, but it came out more like a great powerful roar.

"I know who you are being. But, unless you have anything to offer other than fruit. I deign myself not interested. My vigil for whatever reason is one I will do resolute. I despise the duty, but knowing who you are, you won't give me a way to have him chained."

With that, Abaddon returned to her humanoid appearance and gracefully landed back on top of the throne in the same position, "I can eat and do enjoy it. But I prefer screams and untold anguish with my meals. The crushing and crunching of solid bone. The utter gluttony of devouring those worthless beings in the billions and millions."

Inside the Infernal palace, a servant of one of the demon lords, Duriel, slithered through the halls of the infernal sanctum. "Lord Lucifer!...Lord Lucifer!....Urgent news! Urgent news from Duriel!....Urgent matter!...Requires immediate action!..." The creature called out as it went around the Inner Infernal Sanctum.

Sitting upon his throne, the king of hell had a single eyebrow raised curious about the sudden intrusion at this time of the day. Not that hell had times of the day, but regardless. He raised a single hand to the lower demon, shaking his head.

"Slow down, friend. Slow down." He took a deep breath with his eyes closed, Duriel? Was that one of the Demon Lords...? There were so many to keep track of Lucifer had very little time or interest in doing so. With a wide smile on his face and a tilt of his head, he waved his hand. "Now, please talk and please. Be direct, and clear in what you're saying."

"I...I am sorry my Lord Lucifer...Lord Duriel of the circle of pain discovered a powerful anomaly in the human realm. He deemed it a threat to your rule and went to personally stop it...He discovered that a Goddess and an unknown entity was fighting...however the unknown entity managed to trap them both in some sort of reality prison...This entity seeks to round up all The 'Gods' and make them follow his rule, which means you as well since it believes the Lords Of Hell are 'Gods'...My Lord...please save our master Duriel..." The creature bowed before the Lord of hell. Delivering its message.

Lucifer's eyes remained locked on Duriel's servant, looking as if he was bored while listening to the news. So, Lord of Pain found himself imprisoned? This was a bit surprising, considering the Lords of each circle were supposed to be capable. However, some entity which wished to pose a threat to the King of Hell could only imprison his minion?

Pathetic.

"Leave him." He said to the minion, stretching a bit in his seat and tapping his chin. "Hell has always been, and will always be survival of the fittest. It's either he breaks out on his own and proves himself as worthy of the title of 'Lord of Pain', or he dies knowing full well he's been replaced." With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the minion. "Now go. You're one of his minions, yes? Perhaps you'd like to find someone worthy of your master Duriel's former title. That way we can appoint someone strong in his position, someone who won't be captured by some piddly shit entity. Chances are, whoever kidnapped him is some extraterrestrial threat that doesn't know what it's dealing with."

Lucifer chuckled to himself, summoning a small glass of wine so he could drink. "What are you waiting for? Go. Do the task I've entrusted to you."

"Yes my Lord!...I am sorry for troubling you with stupid news like this my lord!..." The creature then left the throne room. Of course! Lord Lucier was always right! Duriel's brother may be more worthy of the title! One who falls to a threat that easily was weak!

Sabnach has arrived, coming from Lake Cocytus.

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

K'gara has arrived, coming from Lake Cocytus.

K'gara has left the area, heading north into Lake Cocytus.

K'gara has arrived, coming from Lake Cocytus.

K'gara has left the area, heading north into Lake Cocytus.

K'gara has arrived, coming from Lake Cocytus.