

Levels of Hell: First LevelThe halo of light catching the slender, straight shoulders, caged within their net of leather laces, seemed to illuminate the sallow skin and taint it pale gold. His hands, held out, caught he sun on the golden bands of metal across the fingers and the copper-tipped claws adorning each slender digits, setting them alight with fire. While the austere costume was black and white, it hardly dampened the divine brilliance emanating from the man, hovering in the air and slowly descending, bathed in a pillar of light as onlookers would later swear to skeptical priests.Levels of Hell: First Level
A different era, a different time, and all of the robed figures bow


Levels of Hell: Second Level 7Not human, he concluded. The touch of the blade on his neck was... alive. Thrumming with the same... essence of life that seemed to channel itself through the odd male. The man and the blade were one and the same. And in that instant, he had a /very/ good idea of what the male was. A rare creature... a living weapon. There were few enough of them left, the known remaining ones were clustered amongst the old civilizations.Levels of Hell: Second Level 7
Something resembling a manic grin curled his lips as the sword bit into his neck. No wonder he had felt the chill of steel, an unbending, unyielding force.
Casting his eyes to the form, he laughed s


Levels of Hell: Second Level 5Ouch. Rejected? A gesture that would usually have flared a rage within the molten pool of copper seemed to do nothing; he was only dimly aware of the slight shift in stance that was a cold rebuff.Levels of Hell: Second Level 5
/My immortal soul?/ he thought, laughter like silent thunder wracking his sinewy form. Crass mockery at the folklore of the demonic immortals. They were nothing more than that; undying authorities, seemingly tired of a peaceful and quiet life.
The cliffs had melted, and he was standing alone in darkness. Alone. That was the first thing he noticed. The other figure was not with him. Thinking about the man... something irked
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